Marshall Purcell smiled at the woman in his arms. This had been so easy. He had not been surprised at all to find the man in Meg’s kitchen watching the back door. Watching? Little hard to watch anything with your eyes closed completely and your head lolling over on your shoulder like that. Marshall had used his key to let himself in the front door. Who would have thought a boogie man could come in the front door? His crepe soled shoes made not a sound as he crept up behind him and with one swift movement snapped his neck. Back out the front door with the big man over his shoulder.
Across the yard and open the back of the Jeep and drop him quietly inside. Then back for his prize. When he had Meg settled in he would drive the Jeep up to the cavern and dispose of the body. Right now he just did not have time and it would be light soon. He must get her home where she would be safe!
He had waited in the sun room behind the heavy denim drape beside the doggie door. He had sprinkled cayenne pepper very lightly behind him to cover up any scent he might have left. And it had worked perfectly. Out the door they had gone and while Meg was pouring the water for the coffee he had quietly slid the panel in place to keep the dogs outside. He did not want to hurt the doggies. They were so cute and when Meg was gone they would let him pet them. Marshall was sad that he had never had a dog when he was a boy, but when he and Meg were together, they might come back and get Elvira and Daisy. That would be nice.
He watched her set down her coffee cup when the dogs started scratching at the door. He smiled at her look of concern. Such a wonderful woman to be concerned about her doggies being locked out and how naïve to not even wonder how that happened. As she reached to pull the panel up he quickly encircled her shoulders with his left arm and placed the chloroformed rag over her face. How fast it worked and jubilation filled him as Meg sank against him. Yes! Very soon this woman would be completely his and his alone.
She was light as a feather as he hurried to the Jeep with his treasure. He placed her gently in the passenger seat, bracing her in an upright position with pillows he had brought for that purpose. Now, if someone should see them, they would just think they were out for an early morning drive. Or, better yet, just getting in from a night of partying! Yes, they had been dancing all night in Denver and Meg was tired. But he would drive and take care of her! He kissed her gently on the forehead and closed the door quietly, not that the sound would awaken her because the soft cloth was laying on her shoulder. He climbed in the drivers side, checked the seat and glanced in the rearview mirror. Ah, sweet Jesus! That asshole had his hand laying over the back seat. Depend on a cop o screw up a bad dream.
He climbed out of the car, leaving the door open. Did not want to lock himself out, that was for sure. That was no fun. He had done that and he did not want to do that again. He opened the tail gate and jerked the offending hand down and placed it under the back seat, just in case the muscles tightened up and the corpse started waving at people out the back window. The sun was full over the horizon when he pulled onto Banner Road and headed East. The sun hit him full in the eyes and for a moment he could not see, but Storm Lake Road came up quickly and he turned left.
He passed Fred’s barn on his right and then Fred’s house on his left. That had to be inconvenient, but Fred did not seem to notice since he only used the barn to butcher his
poached deer and such. Now there was a weird one, that Fred. He had dug his tunnel for him and did a fine job, if he did have to say so himself. Insisted on being paid in cash. Cash! Who used cash these days? And what had he done with the money? God only knows. Guy had no one. No one ever came to his house. Or at least no one Marshall ever seen. Hell, Fred had on the same clothes when he dug the tunnel that he had on the last time he had seen him. He had not told him his name. None of his business. As far as Marshall Purcell knew, no one on this mountain knew his name. That was good. None of their business.
He reached over and traced the curve of Meg’s cheek. He touched her eyelashes and smiled. Holy Shit! He looked up just in time to see the ditch racing toward him and jerked the wheel to the left. The Jeep fishtailed briefly and then steadied on the road. Better tend to business. Ah, crap. There was a foot sticking over the back seat now! Well that would have to wait. He would be home in 3 minutes and the road dead ended at his house and there was no one behind him. He focused on the road and soon arrived at his cabin. He placed the cloth near Meg’s nose briefly and then opened the door. He went to the back and opened the hatch. He did not like to touch the man because he was now getting stiff and repulsive. He hurried to the wood piled on the side of the house and carried back several logs and dropped them on the ground behind the Jeep. He folded the detective back into a position and began piling wood on him. As soon as Meg was settled he would go dispose of the body.
He closed the back of the Jeep and opened the passenger door. He picked Meg up lightly and walked the few steps to the cabin door. He inserted his key with his left hand as he balanced her on his left knee. No, no, he did not want to drop this precious bundle at this stage of the game. He stepped over the threshold and kicked the door shut behind him. He crossed swiftly to the bedroom and in seconds he had placed her on the bed. She was still very quiet so he returned and threw the dead bolt on the front door to the locked position. He knew he had lots to do, but he lingered near the bed. He dropped to his knees and laid his hand gently on Meg’s shoulder. He closed his eyes and ran his hand down the full length of her lithe body. He brought his hand back up her leg and caressed her knee. Then up her thigh to her hip. He lingered there as he envisioned the union they would have later, when his work was done. He encircled her waist and then slowly moved up to cup her breast. Oh, it was everything he had dreamed of for the last years!
Damn that cop! He kissed her lightly on the cheek as he reluctantly moved his hand from her breast to the bedside table. He extracted the syringe and uncapped the needle. He found the vein in arm and inserted the needle and released the Adavan into her blood stream. He extracted the needle and threw the apparatus into the trash can.
He crossed to the root cellar and opened the door. Inside was a tiny cot covered with blankets. He returned and picked Meg up gently and carried her inside and placed her on the cot. “Oh, my darling, I am so sorry, but I have to go out for a while. You lay here and rest and when I come back we will make mad passionate love all the rest of the day. I know you want me as much as I want you, but soon we will be one. We will be together forever in our own little Utopia. You and I, together, forever!”
It was cool so he placed a blanket over her, kissed her once more on the cheek and closed and locked the door. He put his hand against the door to be sure it held.
He stopped suddenly realizing the job he had ahead of him. It was such an inconvenience to have to dispose of that bastard, but he couldn’t just haul him around the rest of his life. He picked up the flashlight from the buffet by the front door, exited and locked the door behind himself. As the Jeep roared to life he quickly disengaged the clutch and pulled out of the yard and headed back down the mountain. Past Fred’s and then past Meg’s little farm with the dogs barking in the back yard. Thirty minutes to the cavern, 30 minutes to drag the cop up the hill and then 30 minutes back home. It was an eternity, but he did not want to get stopped and Meg would sleep for 3 ½ to 4 hours. Sleep, my darling, sleep!
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Across the yard and open the back of the Jeep and drop him quietly inside. Then back for his prize. When he had Meg settled in he would drive the Jeep up to the cavern and dispose of the body. Right now he just did not have time and it would be light soon. He must get her home where she would be safe!
He had waited in the sun room behind the heavy denim drape beside the doggie door. He had sprinkled cayenne pepper very lightly behind him to cover up any scent he might have left. And it had worked perfectly. Out the door they had gone and while Meg was pouring the water for the coffee he had quietly slid the panel in place to keep the dogs outside. He did not want to hurt the doggies. They were so cute and when Meg was gone they would let him pet them. Marshall was sad that he had never had a dog when he was a boy, but when he and Meg were together, they might come back and get Elvira and Daisy. That would be nice.
He watched her set down her coffee cup when the dogs started scratching at the door. He smiled at her look of concern. Such a wonderful woman to be concerned about her doggies being locked out and how naïve to not even wonder how that happened. As she reached to pull the panel up he quickly encircled her shoulders with his left arm and placed the chloroformed rag over her face. How fast it worked and jubilation filled him as Meg sank against him. Yes! Very soon this woman would be completely his and his alone.
She was light as a feather as he hurried to the Jeep with his treasure. He placed her gently in the passenger seat, bracing her in an upright position with pillows he had brought for that purpose. Now, if someone should see them, they would just think they were out for an early morning drive. Or, better yet, just getting in from a night of partying! Yes, they had been dancing all night in Denver and Meg was tired. But he would drive and take care of her! He kissed her gently on the forehead and closed the door quietly, not that the sound would awaken her because the soft cloth was laying on her shoulder. He climbed in the drivers side, checked the seat and glanced in the rearview mirror. Ah, sweet Jesus! That asshole had his hand laying over the back seat. Depend on a cop o screw up a bad dream.
He climbed out of the car, leaving the door open. Did not want to lock himself out, that was for sure. That was no fun. He had done that and he did not want to do that again. He opened the tail gate and jerked the offending hand down and placed it under the back seat, just in case the muscles tightened up and the corpse started waving at people out the back window. The sun was full over the horizon when he pulled onto Banner Road and headed East. The sun hit him full in the eyes and for a moment he could not see, but Storm Lake Road came up quickly and he turned left.
He passed Fred’s barn on his right and then Fred’s house on his left. That had to be inconvenient, but Fred did not seem to notice since he only used the barn to butcher his
poached deer and such. Now there was a weird one, that Fred. He had dug his tunnel for him and did a fine job, if he did have to say so himself. Insisted on being paid in cash. Cash! Who used cash these days? And what had he done with the money? God only knows. Guy had no one. No one ever came to his house. Or at least no one Marshall ever seen. Hell, Fred had on the same clothes when he dug the tunnel that he had on the last time he had seen him. He had not told him his name. None of his business. As far as Marshall Purcell knew, no one on this mountain knew his name. That was good. None of their business.
He reached over and traced the curve of Meg’s cheek. He touched her eyelashes and smiled. Holy Shit! He looked up just in time to see the ditch racing toward him and jerked the wheel to the left. The Jeep fishtailed briefly and then steadied on the road. Better tend to business. Ah, crap. There was a foot sticking over the back seat now! Well that would have to wait. He would be home in 3 minutes and the road dead ended at his house and there was no one behind him. He focused on the road and soon arrived at his cabin. He placed the cloth near Meg’s nose briefly and then opened the door. He went to the back and opened the hatch. He did not like to touch the man because he was now getting stiff and repulsive. He hurried to the wood piled on the side of the house and carried back several logs and dropped them on the ground behind the Jeep. He folded the detective back into a position and began piling wood on him. As soon as Meg was settled he would go dispose of the body.
He closed the back of the Jeep and opened the passenger door. He picked Meg up lightly and walked the few steps to the cabin door. He inserted his key with his left hand as he balanced her on his left knee. No, no, he did not want to drop this precious bundle at this stage of the game. He stepped over the threshold and kicked the door shut behind him. He crossed swiftly to the bedroom and in seconds he had placed her on the bed. She was still very quiet so he returned and threw the dead bolt on the front door to the locked position. He knew he had lots to do, but he lingered near the bed. He dropped to his knees and laid his hand gently on Meg’s shoulder. He closed his eyes and ran his hand down the full length of her lithe body. He brought his hand back up her leg and caressed her knee. Then up her thigh to her hip. He lingered there as he envisioned the union they would have later, when his work was done. He encircled her waist and then slowly moved up to cup her breast. Oh, it was everything he had dreamed of for the last years!
Damn that cop! He kissed her lightly on the cheek as he reluctantly moved his hand from her breast to the bedside table. He extracted the syringe and uncapped the needle. He found the vein in arm and inserted the needle and released the Adavan into her blood stream. He extracted the needle and threw the apparatus into the trash can.
He crossed to the root cellar and opened the door. Inside was a tiny cot covered with blankets. He returned and picked Meg up gently and carried her inside and placed her on the cot. “Oh, my darling, I am so sorry, but I have to go out for a while. You lay here and rest and when I come back we will make mad passionate love all the rest of the day. I know you want me as much as I want you, but soon we will be one. We will be together forever in our own little Utopia. You and I, together, forever!”
It was cool so he placed a blanket over her, kissed her once more on the cheek and closed and locked the door. He put his hand against the door to be sure it held.
He stopped suddenly realizing the job he had ahead of him. It was such an inconvenience to have to dispose of that bastard, but he couldn’t just haul him around the rest of his life. He picked up the flashlight from the buffet by the front door, exited and locked the door behind himself. As the Jeep roared to life he quickly disengaged the clutch and pulled out of the yard and headed back down the mountain. Past Fred’s and then past Meg’s little farm with the dogs barking in the back yard. Thirty minutes to the cavern, 30 minutes to drag the cop up the hill and then 30 minutes back home. It was an eternity, but he did not want to get stopped and Meg would sleep for 3 ½ to 4 hours. Sleep, my darling, sleep!
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