Stagecoach Road by Daniel Kamen

Author:Daniel Kamen [Kamen, Daniel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Detective, Stagecoach Road, Daniel Kamen, Jewish, Bullies, Racism, Revenge, Bullying, High School, Suspense, Anti-Semitism, Indiana, Thriller
Publisher: CCB Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-One

Benny had to get out of there. He knew he took quite a chance bringing the second corpse to the lagoon.

Back on shore, and soaking wet, Benny pulled his Jon boat up the hill. The cloak of night hid him from passing cars as he hitched the boat back on. He took inventory, painstakingly inspecting the boat and surroundings, making sure nothing was left behind. “Let’s see, knife, excess rope, good. Nothing around the car. Nothing fell out on the way down the hill. I have my wallet here,” patting his back pocket. “OK. Let’s go and clean up.”

It was approaching midnight. Benny was supposed to be home from chess club. Not that it mattered much anymore--after learning the truth about his “devoted” wife. Nonetheless, he was determined to sleep in his own bed next to her.

At 12:04 p.m. Benny switched on his motor, pulled out of the Pavilion parking lot and turned right onto Oak Street, heading towards Grand Boulevard. He just had to take a peek. He passed his always reliable friend, the tall bronze statue of Father Pere Marquette, standing proudly and high atop blocks of Roman granite while majestically raising a gold cross with his right arm. Benny faithfully saluted the dark monument and continued down Oak Street, then turned left onto Grand Boulevard. Curious or not, it didn’t take long to realize he’d better peddle back. Just up ahead he saw flashing police lights near Murphy’s house. They know he’s missing, he thought. They found his empty truck. Benny abruptly turned left onto Juniper, on his way back to Stagecoach Road. He had to ditch his boat there fast and go home.

A feeling of invincibility fell over Benny as he turned onto Stagecoach Road with boat in tow. Who’s afraid now? he thought. I can’t wait to see the headlines tomorrow after they find his body. And right under their noses in the same lagoon! Benny hid the boat near the tree, a little deeper in the woods this time, changed his clothes, stuffed the wet ones in a black trash bag after scouring the pockets, and drove back to County Line Road. He pushed a tape into his cassette player and treated himself to his favorite victory tune, that creepy instrumental version of Family Affair. “Good night Buffy. Good night Jody. See ya, Mr. French.”

There was light traffic on I-94 as he made his way back to his home in Hammond. He looked at his waterlogged watch which still worked. “My it’s late, almost one,” he murmured. “I’ll get up in a few hours and scavenge Balmoral’s garbage bin in the morning, but I’ve got to dump these wet clothes off somewhere now. No, fuck, I’ll do it when I get the tickets.

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