Suzie’s House 538 : Next Step

When Demyan’s voice turned hoarse, he moved the headless body into position, then yanked on the rope attached to a board holding back the rock slide where he had intended to bury both of his victims tonight. That one had gotten away still left a vile taste in his mouth.

He was supposed to leave the rock quarry for the airport. A night’s layover in New York City for a stay in a four star restaurant followed by a quick jet to London had been the original plan.

He could still do it, he supposed.

No. There really wasn’t that much of a rush to get the money carried over the big puddle. In fact, with his connections in London sounding less than confident in his ability to keep customs away from his private jet, Demyan had some incentive to mix things up.

Or maybe not.

He used the sink in the camper to wash the blood off his hands before pulling out his phone.

Speaking in Russian, he told his body double to go in his place. He agreed to pay the usual rate, and suggested as a practical joke the man should bring with him a briefcase full of cut up newspaper. They both laughed, but Demyan knew than man would take it as an order. He never joked around for fun.

For fun, it was the hunt. He could not simply skip out this time when the prey had slipped free so easily.

Looking back now that he’d calmed down, he realized his mistake. He’d assumed the ropes would be enough. He should have used the cuffs instead. Or, at the least, checked.

Perhaps a camera….

He’d avoided such things until now as much because the temptation to keep any footage to watch again and again was too strong. Besides, leaving that much evidence was just sloppy.

He drove to a lake where he could dump the camper, then ditched the pickup in another lake. Wisconsin! This place was full of water! How convenient.

When he drove the pickup off a short pier, he switched to an old sedan. Originally it was only supposed to take him to the airport. He’d scooped it up abandoned on the highway to begin with. He intended to leave it in long term parking permanently.

Instead, it would be his home base for a few days. Just long enough to lure out the idiot law agent.

He was still several miles north of Madison when worry made him pull over for a quick phone call. To his surprise and relief, the law man answered on the second ring. That was good. Because the phone number was the only way Demyan had of reaching the man.

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