Hound by Ken Ogilvie

Author:Ken Ogilvie [Ogilvie, Ken]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Joffe Books mystery and crime
Published: 2019-03-30T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Hound got to his Bentley and scrambled inside. He started it up and backed down the narrow lane, this time not caring if branches scraped the paintwork. He was anxious to get on the Trans-Canada and find the nearest indigenous community, figuring that someone there might be able to give him Cora Simon’s address. He would phone O’Reilly, and Sykes and Rebecca, and tell them what he’d learned, although he was tempted to just go after Jackie alone. Maybe he could capture her without a shot being fired. With the police on the scene, things would turn ugly, he knew. There would be more deaths, and Jackie would kill Rebecca if she got the chance.

Half an hour later, he was cruising through a scattering of small dwellings on the shores of Georgian Bay. Dogs of indeterminate breed rushed out to bark at his car as he passed by them. He spotted a gas station with a ‘cigarettes for sale’ sign next to it, where he parked and went into an adjacent variety store. A middle-aged cashier was perched on a stool behind the counter, peering through the window at the Bentley. A handsome young man with waist length black hair and prominent cheekbones was slouched beside the cashier, showing little interest in either Hound or his vehicle.

“Hi, guys.” The cashier stared blankly at him. Hound cleared his throat. “Ah . . . I need some information.”

The cashier continued to regard him in silence.

“I’m trying to find a woman named Cora Simon. Would you know where she lives?” Hound waited, and then his expression hardened. He leaned over the counter and loomed over the cashier, bringing his face up close. “You wouldn’t happen to know someone who could help me?”

The cashier blinked, and swallowed loudly. “Sure, mister. Try the crazy women down the road. They’re in a house set back in the woods. There’s a dirt track goes to it.” He nodded over to the west.

Hound thanked the man and returned to the Bentley.

A mile down the road, and no dirt track. He continued driving for another half mile, until he reached the eastern shore of Georgian Bay. He stopped and thought for a moment, then wheeled his car around. On the way back, he spied a clump of bushes obscuring a narrow track that disappeared into an expanse of poplar trees. He turned and rumbled along a bumpy lane until he arrived at a small clapboard house. Three women were seated outside at a picnic table, sipping tea. Hound brought the Bentley to a halt and got out.

All three stared at him in silence. One of the women had dishevelled blonde hair, and pale, heavily freckled skin. Definitely not indigenous.

Expecting more of the silent treatment, Hound skipped the pleasantries. “I need some information about Cora Simon. Anybody here know her?” A slight change in their facial expressions told him they did, and could help him — if they chose to. He returned their steady gaze, determined to stay right where he was until one of them responded.

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