Kill or Die by Ann Evans

Author:Ann Evans [Evans, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bloodhound Books
Published: 2000-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 19

Sweat glistened on Nash's pale skin, mingling with the drizzle. A cold mist hung in the air, as darkness fell. He’d had to work quick, well, quick for him, in the state he was in. He had no idea how long Vince would be gone. Knowing him, it would be his luck to find a car he could nick round the next bend. And this job had to be done before Vince got back. His life depended on it.

The dog bite had really taken it out of him. Normally, he'd be a match against Vince, if it came to a fight. However, now, he felt like he hadn’t a scrap of energy left in his body.

It had been practically impossible digging and shovelling one-handed, and it was only thoughts of the consequences if this wasn't done right keeping him going. He had no strength left. His entire body ached now, especially his arm. It burned, and his face throbbed like he had a toothache.

He was a good distance from the house, in a rough overgrown copse, but he could still make out the chimneys, and boarded up top windows, silhouetted against the grey evening sky. He stared at the little attic window jutting out from the steep slate roof. The window wasn't covered, and he could almost imagine two faces up at the windowpane, peering out. Although, he knew they wouldn’t. He'd told them to keep out of sight, and not make a sound. Maybe he was wrong to trust them. He should have finished them off, like Vince told him. Only, he didn’t hurt kids. Kids dying broke your heart, he knew from experience. He didn’t want to risk feeling like that ever again. And the woman had been kind to him. There weren’t many people in this world who had showed him any kindness, but she had. Still, they'd better keep quiet, and out of sight. It wasn't just their lives at stake now.

All around was wild countryside. Skeletal trees, with their leafless branches, dripped cold spots of rain on his head, while beneath his feet, the ground was spongy with mud and fallen wet leaves.

He stood back, and wiped the sweat from his eyes with his good arm. The mound of soft earth was five and a half feet long by two feet wide. He’d dragged a few broken branches over it. It would have to do, he was knackered.

He flung the broken spade he'd been using into the undergrowth, and staggered back to the house. There was no warmth there. If anything, it felt colder and damper than outside. At least outside, the air smelt fresh, not rank with mould and decay. He lit the stove, and put his face close to the flame. The pain soared, and he groaned.

He wanted to sleep. He needed to sleep. At least when he was asleep, the pain eased. But, there was more to be done. Vince expected him to be ready when he returned with the vehicle.

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