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Jace barely had time to stick his fingers in his ears before the gunshot shattered the air. Open-mouthed, he watched in horror as Dewey’s body fell backward into the river. Almost immediately the water began to churn. And turn red. With blood.
The three men took off the earmuffs and Corey’s laugh broke the silence. “Wow. That’s got to be a fuckin’ record. Never seen the gators come so fast.”
Jace swallowed back the bile that burned his throat. No. Please, no.
But it was true. He hadn’t imagined it.
Corey, Bobby, and Ed had killed Dewey and fed his body to the gators.
“The cops will be chasing their tails looking for him,” Ed said. “The mysterious masked driver.”
“Stroke of luck for us that they think Dewey was driving,” Corey agreed. “I might not slice that tat off Jace’s arm for a while, in case we want to blame something else on the old bastard. Jace can be his masked stand-in.”
Jace couldn’t breathe. The cops thought Dewey was the driver?
“Not a bad plan,” Ed said. “Let’s get cleaned up and then Bobby and I will pick up our guests. Bobby, you need a shower. You’re covered in yuck.”
Bobby only grunted before heading back to Corey’s quarters.
Jace quietly lowered the window and sank to the floor. Corey had murdered Dewey.
The cops aren’t looking for me.
He crawled to Aaron’s bed and climbed into it, curling into the fetal position. His brain was racing. His heart was racing even faster.
Corey had murdered Dewey. Then laughed about it.
Just as he had after they’d dumped Rick onto Cardozo’s lawn. Corey had laughed like a crazy man. Maybe Corey was a crazy man.
I have to get away. I have to tell someone about Dewey. I have to help Rick.
I have to not be a fucking coward.
He thought about the wallet and keys he’d seen in Dewey’s workshop. The keys had to be for Dewey’s truck at the boat launch where Corey had left the van when they’d returned from Cardozo’s house. If I can take Dewey’s boat...
He heard the roar of a motor and sat up in bed in time to see one of the boats leaving the dock. Ed and Bobby were going to pick someone up. Guests, Ed had called them.
Cops?
No. They’d just murdered Dewey. The last people they’d be bringing would be cops.
I need to get away.
I need shoes.
He climbed out of the bed and dropped to the floor, just in case Corey could see in the window. He crawled to Aaron’s closet and slid the door open. Shoes. Aaron had a pair of sneakers, so Jace put them on. They pinched, but he wasn’t going to complain.
Step one. Got shoes. Step two. Wait until the coast is clear and get Dewey’s keys.
Then wait for it to be safe enough to steal Dewey’s boat.
He thought of how loud the motor had been when Ed and Bobby had left just now. Corey would hear that and chase him, but Dewey’s old jon boat had oars. He could row until he was far enough away to start the motor.
Yeah. That might work.
And if it didn’t?
Corey would kill him either way, so he didn’t have any other choice. He was going to run. He was going to help Rick.
