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kicked in the door and lit him up. No guns
were used for this hit marshal. Whoever did this, wanted your boy to die a slow
and horrible death.
Now I may not be a marshal, but I've seen plenty of bodies
after a hit.
And this, my friend, was a hit. And correct me if I'm wrong
Spear, but doesn’t cutting off a person's tongue usually indicate that they've
talked when they shouldn’t have?"
Spear turned towards the body and let out a heavy sigh.
"Yes it does detective, yes it does."
McCann patted Spear on the back. "When you report back
to your bosses, make sure you tell them that Redmerrow may be small, but it's
not invisible. It's not one of those towns where a person can get lost in.
That's what big cities are for.
You want to know something that I've never understood?"
He asked and wiped the sweat from his brow.
"What's that detective?"
"Well, you WITSEC boys think that relocating a witness
to a remote town such as this will keep them safe. But what you fail to realize
is that in towns like this, everybody knows everybody. And if there is a newcomer
in town and someone asks about said newcomer, you can guarantee, that people
are going to talk.
So maybe next time the government wants to relocate
somebody, they'll think twice before relocating them here. Now I know that the
feds need some place to hide their rats, but you tell them that Redmerrow is no
longer that place.
And might I also suggest that you head on back to your
air-conditioned office and liaison, or do whatever it is that you need to do,
with your superiors, so that they can get this entire mess taken care of. I've
got a town to look after and I can't have a bunch of murdering thugs running
around."
Detective McCann lowered his head in a polite nod and walked
away.
Spear stood in the kitchen dumbfounded. The entire
conversation had been one sided and McCann didn’t let him get a word in
edgewise. He looked around nervously and at that moment, realized, just how
inexperienced he was.
He felt guilty. I
should have come to this place more often, to check on him . Should have told him to call every night,
just to check in , Spear thought to himself.
He remembered the
last words he'd told his witness.
"There are three
ways you’re getting out of the program, either you get caught violating the
laws and get kicked out, you leave on your own accord, or you get carried out
in a body bag.”
"I bet he wasn’t expecting the latter," Spear
mumbled as he watched Juan's lifeless body being placed inside a body bag.
Chapter Eleven
Donna was in the kitchen preparing her homemade barbecue
sauce when Madison arrived. After showing her around and helping her unpack,
they both settled in the kitchen.
"Things are going to get better Madison," Donna
said as she finished marinating the chicken.
Madison nodded her head. "I know they are. I just wish
that it was sooner rather than later, that's all. I know this may seem selfish
of me, but I want to feel normal again. And being back here, well, it makes me
feel better." She sighed heavily before taking a sip of coffee.
Donna wiped her hands on her apron before sitting down next
to her. Her voice was soft and Madison had to move her chair closer so that she
could hear.
"I know that this entire experience has been painful.
And I'm sure that you feel as if the sadness will never let up. But sweetheart,
it's been a year and although there is no right or wrong way to grieve, I'm
pretty sure that Tristan would not want you to spend the rest of your life
living like a zombie. You have got to learn how to feel again. He would want
that for you. And more importantly, you should want that for yourself."
Madison found it a struggle to keep her voice light.
"I'm trying so hard."
Donna laid her hand on Madison's arm. "I know you are
sweetheart, and that may be the problem. Don’t try so hard, let things come
naturally, let your feelings come naturally. If you're
were used for this hit marshal. Whoever did this, wanted your boy to die a slow
and horrible death.
Now I may not be a marshal, but I've seen plenty of bodies
after a hit.
And this, my friend, was a hit. And correct me if I'm wrong
Spear, but doesn’t cutting off a person's tongue usually indicate that they've
talked when they shouldn’t have?"
Spear turned towards the body and let out a heavy sigh.
"Yes it does detective, yes it does."
McCann patted Spear on the back. "When you report back
to your bosses, make sure you tell them that Redmerrow may be small, but it's
not invisible. It's not one of those towns where a person can get lost in.
That's what big cities are for.
You want to know something that I've never understood?"
He asked and wiped the sweat from his brow.
"What's that detective?"
"Well, you WITSEC boys think that relocating a witness
to a remote town such as this will keep them safe. But what you fail to realize
is that in towns like this, everybody knows everybody. And if there is a newcomer
in town and someone asks about said newcomer, you can guarantee, that people
are going to talk.
So maybe next time the government wants to relocate
somebody, they'll think twice before relocating them here. Now I know that the
feds need some place to hide their rats, but you tell them that Redmerrow is no
longer that place.
And might I also suggest that you head on back to your
air-conditioned office and liaison, or do whatever it is that you need to do,
with your superiors, so that they can get this entire mess taken care of. I've
got a town to look after and I can't have a bunch of murdering thugs running
around."
Detective McCann lowered his head in a polite nod and walked
away.
Spear stood in the kitchen dumbfounded. The entire
conversation had been one sided and McCann didn’t let him get a word in
edgewise. He looked around nervously and at that moment, realized, just how
inexperienced he was.
He felt guilty. I
should have come to this place more often, to check on him . Should have told him to call every night,
just to check in , Spear thought to himself.
He remembered the
last words he'd told his witness.
"There are three
ways you’re getting out of the program, either you get caught violating the
laws and get kicked out, you leave on your own accord, or you get carried out
in a body bag.”
"I bet he wasn’t expecting the latter," Spear
mumbled as he watched Juan's lifeless body being placed inside a body bag.
Chapter Eleven
Donna was in the kitchen preparing her homemade barbecue
sauce when Madison arrived. After showing her around and helping her unpack,
they both settled in the kitchen.
"Things are going to get better Madison," Donna
said as she finished marinating the chicken.
Madison nodded her head. "I know they are. I just wish
that it was sooner rather than later, that's all. I know this may seem selfish
of me, but I want to feel normal again. And being back here, well, it makes me
feel better." She sighed heavily before taking a sip of coffee.
Donna wiped her hands on her apron before sitting down next
to her. Her voice was soft and Madison had to move her chair closer so that she
could hear.
"I know that this entire experience has been painful.
And I'm sure that you feel as if the sadness will never let up. But sweetheart,
it's been a year and although there is no right or wrong way to grieve, I'm
pretty sure that Tristan would not want you to spend the rest of your life
living like a zombie. You have got to learn how to feel again. He would want
that for you. And more importantly, you should want that for yourself."
Madison found it a struggle to keep her voice light.
"I'm trying so hard."
Donna laid her hand on Madison's arm. "I know you are
sweetheart, and that may be the problem. Don’t try so hard, let things come
naturally, let your feelings come naturally. If you're
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