Storm Vengeance by Pamela Cowan

Author:Pamela Cowan [Cowan, Pamela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781943601370
Google: meMnjgEACAAJ
Amazon: B015NI5RS8
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Goodreads: 26884217
Publisher: Pamela Cowan
Published: 2015-09-20T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“I ALWAYS KNEW they’d get around to changing the locks eventually. I actually thought it would be sooner,” Storm said.

“Let’s get out of here,” said Lauren, sliding into the passenger seat. “I have this funny feeling, like somebody’s watching us.”

Storm hurried to comply, fumbling to buckle her seatbelt with her left hand while starting the car with her right. “We’re going. I just wish I knew where.” Storm backed the car and drove away from Traynor Chemical for what she was sure was the last time.

“Any ideas?” asked Lauren. “Maybe we should have left her there, piled some more gravel over her.”

Storm rubbed her fingers across her lips, went quiet as she thought. “Too public. Someone will buy the land, move the gravel, and find her. We need somewhere private. A place no one goes.”

“Yeah, well good luck with that. Maybe if we were in Alaska or something, but here there are people everywhere. You can’t even go for a walk on a hiking trail without bumping into crowds.”

“True,” Storm agreed.

The list of places she thought she could hide a body was short. Dump her in the ocean? Too far away. A really remote spot in the wilderness? Lauren had called it right. There was nothing truly remote anywhere near. Someone, no, many someone’s had the same idea and would head out to supposedly isolated forestland just to find there was someone there first.

“Maybe the Columbia River? Head all the way out toward the Dalles?” Storm said, thinking aloud. “But no, that would take a long time, and I just don’t know the area well enough.”

“What if it wasn’t a place no one went? What if it was a place only one person went?”

“What?” asked Storm, confused by the convoluted question.

“You said no place public would work, but what if there was a place only one person went, and that person was me?”

Storm took her eyes off the road in order to look at Lauren. “Huh?” she asked.

“The basement,” Lauren explained. “I’m the only one who ever goes in there. The house is in the middle of not much. I don’t ever get company. The landlord lives in Florida, so it’s not like he’s dropping by to check things out. All I ever do is send a check to the management company.”

“I don’t know,” Storm said, reluctant to agree. Placing Celine’s body in Lauren’s basement would create another connection between them. How much did she actually trust Lauren now? Not as much as she had. She’d moved well into the Howard zone of craziness and unpredictability. But then, what choice did she have? No bright ideas were coming to her. “As I recall the floor was hard packed dirt. It would be really hard for us to dig up.”

Lauren jerked forward and smacked her palms against the dash, beating out a short and enthusiastic drum roll. “That’s the cool part,” she said. “When I moved in, they had to dig up the back part of the basement to fix some sort of drain going to the septic system.

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