Rock and a Hard Place: A Jake Pettman Thriller by Wes Markin

Author:Wes Markin [Markin, Wes]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark Heart Publishing
Published: 2022-04-22T16:00:00+00:00

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Scott emptied the bloody water into the sink, refilled the mop bucket with fresh water and bleach, and raced down the line of cells, mopping his brow with the back of his wrist. He glanced into a cell at his moaning brother, Brad, as he writhed on the bed where Leo had choked on his own vomit. “Hold on, little brother.”

Brad didn’t respond to his playful banter. He was too far gone and in dire need of the doctor that the sheriff had promised. Gordon had been crystal clear though. Any evidence of the bloodbath involving Leo needed to be wiped away before they could welcome anybody into the station.

″You think your brother will thank you if he has to recover in a prison hospital?” Gordon had asked just before leaving. “You know what happens to cops in prison?”

You could have at least helped clean, Gordon. After all, it was you who crushed Leo’s skull and made the fucking mess!

Scott stepped over Leo’s corpse, which he’d already tightly taped up with trash bags. He rolled the bucket to the side and knelt beside the entrance to the cell in the spot where Leo had died. Scott had been mopping frantically for a while now, and the damp floor glistened, but the red tinge was starting to disappear.

″Daddy …” Brad said. “You told me to pick it up … I didn’t know it would spill everywhere …”

″Snap out of it, Brad. You’re seeing things,” Scott said, pulling a towel from his shoulder. With his gloved hands, he worked the towel into the runner, scooping out small fragments of bone and grey matter. “This is fucking disgusting.” Once he’d gathered all the debris, he threw it and the towel into another trash bag. He stood and went to work on the floor and the runner with the mop again.

″Please let me out, Daddy … It’s so dark … I can’t see my hands.”

″Jeez, shut up Brad,” Scott said, cleaning furiously, dripping with sweat. “I’m trying my best here.”

Scott worked until the cell no longer looked like a crime scene to the naked eye. Obviously, if someone went to work with Luminol on this cell floor, they would have a field day, but he doubted that was likely to happen any time soon, and he planned to scrub it daily with bleach until it was no longer a problem.

Meanwhile, Brad plead with their dead father, pausing occasionally to scream out in pain.

Scott took a deep breath, knelt, and got his hands around the wrapped corpse.

This was going to be a nightmare.

Grunting, he dragged the body to the back door of the station where his pickup waited.

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