Part 28 (1/2)

Jane took his arm and together they started to walk back down the boardwalk towards the road.

”Who was he?” Barrett asked, nodding towards Simon's body at the end of the pier.

”I never knew him,” Jane answered honestly. ”I never got the chance.”

”So you what? You took out the memory card from the phone?” she whispered, once they were back in the rental car parked on the road outside.

”Nope,” Danny answered.

”You can't be serious? What the h.e.l.l are you doing trusting Barrett's word?”

”There was never anything on the phone. I just wanted to make sure that it was Barrett who sent the men to kill Randall.”

”Then we go after Barrett,” she snarled.

”I wasn't kidding before, Jane; men like Barrett never answer for their crimes. Someone else always ends up footing the bill.”

”I don't accept that.”

”Sorry, but I don't think it much matters what you accept.”

”So what do we do now?”

”We get the h.e.l.l out of here and hope that Barrett doesn't decide to come after us; maybe he'll call it quits,” Danny shrugged.

”You think so?”

”Honestly? No. At some point he's going to figure that us running around is not a wise move and one day our car brakes are gonna fail.”

”He can't just sweep all of this under the carpet - not even Barrett can do that,” she said firmly.

”This and bigger. I'd imagine that Randall and the two dirty cops that I left by the side of the road have already been taken care of. Randall will turn up soon, either dying in an accident or of natural causes, and Simon will just disappear.”

Jane looked out of the car window as they pulled away. Barrett was standing on the pavement outside the pier entrance. His shoulders were back and his chest was out as he watched them drive away. There were several people all rus.h.i.+ng around him carrying out duties but it was the one man standing rock still behind him that caught her eye. The man wasn't quite really there but the spirit looked full of rage as he floated in and out in sepia tones.

”The way I see it, Barrett walks away clean and smelling of roses,” Danny continued ”There's no one that can touch him.”

”Oh, I wouldn't be so sure of that,” Jane said as she nodded to Randall Zerneck through the window as the dead man gave her a small nod back.

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