Cross-Over Murders by Frank F. Atanacio Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Five

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The moon was a glass globe through the gaps in the trees as the dark stranger tied the decoy up to a small bench outside a small wooded area near Danbury Lane. He didn’t want to believe it, but there it was on the ground in front of him. A badge that belonged to the decoy. It was the last thing he would have expected. He was confused, and didn’t know how to handle the situation. The air was clear and the night was warm, but that didn’t ease any of the dark stranger’s thoughts.
“Why are you here?” he asked the decoy.
“We were trying to capture you.”
“But it was I who captured you,” said the dark stranger. “No one followed us.”
“That may not be the case.”
“I think it is,” said the dark stranger. “I wouldn’t have been able to drag you all around town, and then tie you up here like a pig. I don’t think we’ve been followed. Do you agree?”
The decoy sighed.
“I guess your plan wasn’t as full proof as you expected,” continued the dark stranger. “I really don’t know what to do now.”
“You can’t kill a cop,” said the decoy.
“I may not have a choice.”
The decoy grimaced.
“I didn’t really expect to have you tied up here,” said the dark stranger. “I was hoping you were one of those illegal aliens. I don’t know how this will pan out. I mean the images of the men I killed were starting to haunt me. I didn’t know if I was able to continue the killings, but now I have a police man. This changes everything. I may have to stop the killings and hide out.”
“Then let me go,” said the decoy.

“You might just be the last one I kill,” he said feeling hopeless. “I should have known that you were a cop. You had clean hands.”
The decoy looked confused.
The capturing and the killing of the immigrants were pleasing when it first started, but the latest turns of events left the dark stranger feeling unsettled.
“You’re going to let me go, right?”
“I can’t.”
“You’ve done enough killing, listen to reason,” the decoy suggested. “It may be your only way out. There is a stiffer penalty for cop killers. You don’t want to fall into that category. Now do you?”
The dark stranger laughed. It was a nervous laugh, but a laugh nevertheless.
“What are you going to do with me?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“Let me go.”
“I said I can’t do that.”
“You didn’t know I was a decoy, right?” he asked. “So if I were you I’d be scared. It may not look like it my friend. And you choose not to believe it, but no matter what you’ve done to me so far, know I’ve been followed.”
The dark stranger did not reply.
“Your time will come,” said the decoy. “It’s just a matter of when.”
“When doesn’t seem to be coming anytime soon,” replied the dark stranger. “Maybe they just forgot about you. Did you ever think of that?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”
The decoy nodded.
The dark stranger pick up a transfer shovel and held it in his hands. He thought about digging a hole and planting the decoy, but that wouldn’t have been good enough. There had to be another way of disposing the body. He had to come up with something different.
“You have a cigarette?” The decoy asked.
The dark stranger dropped the shovel and took out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. He took one out and placed it gingerly on the decoy’s bottom lip. He then lit the cigarette and blew out the match.
“Thank you.”
“It’s the least I can do.”
“It helps, but letting me go will help even more,” said the decoy. “I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes if you do something stupid.”
“I’m careful,” he replied.
“Picking up a decoy? I don’t think so.”
“If you were followed, where the hell are they?” Shouted the dark stranger. “You keep saying you were followed and yet nothing happens. Don’t say what you don’t really mean!”
“Maybe they’re just sitting, waiting, and then they’ll make their move,” said the decoy as he tried applying pressure.
The dark stranger took out another cigarette and lit it up. He took three puffs and stabbed it out with the palm of his hand. It appeared as if he was trying to figure a way out of the mess he got himself into. He picked the shovel up and held it in his hands. He didn’t know exactly what to do.
“A penny for your thoughts,” said the decoy.
The dark stranger gripped the shovel with unspoken feeling and hit the decoy in the face knocking the cigarette about three feet away from him. He took the shovel and hit him again on the other side really not knowing if that was the right thing to do.
“If it’s true you’ve been followed here,” he lowered his voice, the warm wind blew gently, the decoy was bleeding badly, “and if they are just waiting. Why won’t they make their move. It’s been awhile, and I see no action coming from your boys. None whatsoever!”
The decoy didn’t say a word.
His silence was all the answer the dark stranger needed.
“I’ll tell you why,” he started. “Because they missed you. They didn’t see me pick you up. I don’t know why, but they dropped the ball.”
The decoy still did not reply.
“No one followed you,” said the dark stranger. “No one knows you’re here. They may have arrived too late, and you’re just shit out of luck.”
The decoy groaned.
“I see you’re coming to.”
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The dark stranger hit him again with the shovel.
“What do I do with you,” he said as he tossed the shovel to one side. “How do I make this go away?”