Resurrection 56Posted: November 27, 2016
This is a chapter of the book I am writing for NaNoWriMo. If you want to read it from the start, click here for the chapter index.
Tab didn’t panic. Panic causes one to lose perspective, to make mistakes. Driving back to Corbin he was at the brink of panic, something he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.
“No loose ends,” he reminded himself. “The cop had to go. It was the best choice at the time.”
It didn’t seem like a good choice.
He didn’t have any remorse for the cop. On the contrary, he hated cops. They were just criminals with a badge. The problem was the consequences.
Kill a drug dealer and even the cops don’t care. Kill a nobody and some people care. Kill a prominent person and the police do a better than average job of finding the killer. Kill a cop and you become every cop’s personal project.
He would lose the gun, it now had two bodies on it. The sooner the better. A simple traffic stop could send him to prison for life. He should probably leave The Wayside as well, get out of town. He also needed to get rid of the car. If someone saw it on Front Street, especially with the light show from the cop, they would be looking for it. It was non-descript as cars go, but it was a risk he wasn’t willing to take.
When he got back to The Wayside, he collected his things and packed them neatly in the Buick. He dismantled the gun, wrapping each piece in a towel then putting each in a separate garbage bag. He put them on the passenger seat and headed north on 25W.
Starting in London and continuing to Berea, he stopped at unattended dumpsters, leaving one bag in each until he had completely distributed the bags. He continued up 25W until he reached Richmond, then headed to I75 for the rest of the drive to Cincinnati. He would be home before 9am and he could put the Buick in the garage until he decided his next steps.
He consoled himself he hadn’t done badly. Yes, one of his targets was still alive, and may end up in protective custody, but he had made off with not just his fee, but a nice gym bag full of $100s from his first target. He would have to waive the remaining fee, probably the bonus as well, but he still got paid.
He pulled into his garage, closed the door and decided he would unload the car later. He went into his living room, powered up his stereo and put on Schubert’s Trio in E-Flat, Opus 100* and poured himself a drink. Today he needed one.
Tomorrow he would scan the news to see the fallout. Possibly he still had a chance at Reeves.
*In the original “The Mechanic” released in 1972, this is the music Charles Bronson, the hitman, is playing as he narrates the opening sequence. The more you know.