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Authors: Devon C Ford
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you did to her" he said quietly.
"Please! No!" He begged.
"Tell him. Now." Dan said again.
"SHE LOVED ME!" He sobbed, pitifully "they made her say those things about me!"
"She was a child. You lied to her and then you raped her. She killed herself because of you"
Dan looked at Rich, seeing silent agreement in his face.
He drew his gun, pointing it at the man's head.
"Get up" he said, intensifying the begging. "Get up and get in the car. We're letting you go" he said. Parkes stopped crying, barely able to believe what he had heard.
Nervously he got to his feet and walked towards the car with the engine running, never taking his eyes off the gun. Dan twitched the barrel at him, indicating that he should climb behind the wheel. As he did so he glanced once at Rich.
He nodded.
Dan stepped round and fired once into his right hand, the bullet destroying bone, tendon and ligament as it tore through his flesh. He screamed in agony and shock. Rich ran to the passenger door and shoved the car in gear as Dan forced the man's legs onto the pedals. The car went into gear and the engine howled as it revved highly.
They shut the doors, cocooning the screaming man inside the car. Dan leaned the gun into the window and shot him again into his left leg, making him flinch his foot off the clutch.
The car leapt forward, hopping as it went. The momentum of the slope took the car in its inevitable grip, and slowly it rolled to the cliff edge where it tipped to crash end over end into the dirty water below.
"Technically" said Rich as casually as he could as they both looked at the sinking car below them "I saw him drive off on his own. You?"
"Yep" said Dan as he lit a cigarette with shaking hands "rode off into the sunset all by himself. I doubt he'll be back"
They climbed back in the car, Rich to return to his peaceful day and Dan to go and avoid explaining why he hid his past from everyone.
RECOVERY
Pete’s shoulder was healing slowly, helped – he claimed – by the two little spaniels who lay on his legs and seemed happy to sleep all day and all night with occasional breaks to eat or go outside. Every day James came to him for instructions in the morning, and every evening he would sit with the old poacher and discuss his results, receiving tips and pointers based on his performance. James was putting weight on, and no longer resembled the skinny, terrified kid Lexi had brought home. He had grown a sturdy set of shoulders, having taken over every heavy task from Pete. He trusted the older man which is why, one evening, Pete told him straight that Pip didn’t need him to follow her everywhere, and that she was going to be fine without his help.
What Dan had learned later was that the young girl had spent a long time talking with him, as they were the only ones being treated daily by the medical team. She had asked Pete for advice, then for his help in putting James off trying to be the husband he had never been asked to be.
James seemed to take it well, but a subtle eye was kept on him to be sure. Jack stepped in a few times a week to show him some skills and teach him about different types of animals and when their breeding seasons were.
Pete was even allowed out for a few hours at a time, which he spent sat on a folding chair on the lakes jetty fishing. True, he did have a fishing rod, but the only thing he ever caught seemed to be a small bottle of scotch.
Dan didn’t feel guilty about the ruse; he had discussed it with Kate beforehand who agreed as she didn’t want him sat in medical either moping or drinking.
“It’s actually not that much” she said to Dan as they discussed Pete’s drinking in private one day “He never seems to be actually drunk as such, he just needs a top up to keep him going. I’ve seen way worse alcohol problems than this, and I would class Pete as ‘functioning’ at absolute worst”
Dan had to agree. Not once had he ever seen Pete staggering
"Please! No!" He begged.
"Tell him. Now." Dan said again.
"SHE LOVED ME!" He sobbed, pitifully "they made her say those things about me!"
"She was a child. You lied to her and then you raped her. She killed herself because of you"
Dan looked at Rich, seeing silent agreement in his face.
He drew his gun, pointing it at the man's head.
"Get up" he said, intensifying the begging. "Get up and get in the car. We're letting you go" he said. Parkes stopped crying, barely able to believe what he had heard.
Nervously he got to his feet and walked towards the car with the engine running, never taking his eyes off the gun. Dan twitched the barrel at him, indicating that he should climb behind the wheel. As he did so he glanced once at Rich.
He nodded.
Dan stepped round and fired once into his right hand, the bullet destroying bone, tendon and ligament as it tore through his flesh. He screamed in agony and shock. Rich ran to the passenger door and shoved the car in gear as Dan forced the man's legs onto the pedals. The car went into gear and the engine howled as it revved highly.
They shut the doors, cocooning the screaming man inside the car. Dan leaned the gun into the window and shot him again into his left leg, making him flinch his foot off the clutch.
The car leapt forward, hopping as it went. The momentum of the slope took the car in its inevitable grip, and slowly it rolled to the cliff edge where it tipped to crash end over end into the dirty water below.
"Technically" said Rich as casually as he could as they both looked at the sinking car below them "I saw him drive off on his own. You?"
"Yep" said Dan as he lit a cigarette with shaking hands "rode off into the sunset all by himself. I doubt he'll be back"
They climbed back in the car, Rich to return to his peaceful day and Dan to go and avoid explaining why he hid his past from everyone.
RECOVERY
Pete’s shoulder was healing slowly, helped – he claimed – by the two little spaniels who lay on his legs and seemed happy to sleep all day and all night with occasional breaks to eat or go outside. Every day James came to him for instructions in the morning, and every evening he would sit with the old poacher and discuss his results, receiving tips and pointers based on his performance. James was putting weight on, and no longer resembled the skinny, terrified kid Lexi had brought home. He had grown a sturdy set of shoulders, having taken over every heavy task from Pete. He trusted the older man which is why, one evening, Pete told him straight that Pip didn’t need him to follow her everywhere, and that she was going to be fine without his help.
What Dan had learned later was that the young girl had spent a long time talking with him, as they were the only ones being treated daily by the medical team. She had asked Pete for advice, then for his help in putting James off trying to be the husband he had never been asked to be.
James seemed to take it well, but a subtle eye was kept on him to be sure. Jack stepped in a few times a week to show him some skills and teach him about different types of animals and when their breeding seasons were.
Pete was even allowed out for a few hours at a time, which he spent sat on a folding chair on the lakes jetty fishing. True, he did have a fishing rod, but the only thing he ever caught seemed to be a small bottle of scotch.
Dan didn’t feel guilty about the ruse; he had discussed it with Kate beforehand who agreed as she didn’t want him sat in medical either moping or drinking.
“It’s actually not that much” she said to Dan as they discussed Pete’s drinking in private one day “He never seems to be actually drunk as such, he just needs a top up to keep him going. I’ve seen way worse alcohol problems than this, and I would class Pete as ‘functioning’ at absolute worst”
Dan had to agree. Not once had he ever seen Pete staggering
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