Part 63 (2/2)

”You never did have good taste in men,” Tom said. ”And he's served his purpose.”

”You just killed a cop,” Annja said. ”That's not going to go over well with the authorities.”

Sheila stared at David's body. ”She's right.”

Tom shook his head. ”What difference does it make? By the time anyone clues in we'll be long gone. They can chase us all they want but they'll never find us. Not with what we've got.”

Annja looked at Sheila. ”You could stop this right now. Just shoot him and be done with the whole thing. Jenny and I will back you up. We'll tell them that it was all his plan. That you were just a hapless wife who got herself mixed up in something she couldn't control.”

”Hapless wife.” Tom chuckled. ”That's a good one.”

Annja looked at him and then back at Sheila. ”You can do it, Sheila. Just shoot him now and set us free. Come on. We can call in the State Police.”

Sheila looked at her and frowned. ”I can't do that. I love him.”

Annja shook her head. ”But I thought you just said you liked Dave.”

”I did.”

Annja sighed. ”Man, things sure get weird in these small towns.”

Sheila frowned. ”Tom's my brother.”

”Weirder still,” Jenny said, rolling her eyes. ”And people thought rednecks were inbred.”

”Don't be gross,” Tom said. ”We only pretended to be husband and wife in public. It helped create the illusion we needed.”

”Illusion for what?” Annja asked.

Tom shook his head. ”Aren't you supposed to be some type of scholar? And aren't you a teacher or something?”

Jenny nodded. ”I am a teacher.”

”Well, both of you are a little dense.”

”You should see it from our perspective,” Annja said. ”We've almost died several times in the past few days. People are stalking big foot and we don't know what the h.e.l.l is going on.”

”Drugs,” Tom said. ”The ultimate entertainment product.”

”This is all about drugs?”

Tom shrugged. ”Does it need to be about anything else? We bring them in from Canada through the woods and hold them in the underground cavern you saw earlier today. The one that should have been your grave site until idiot boy over there wrecked the whole thing.”

”And what happens after that? You sell them?” Annja asked.

Tom smiled. ”Every few weeks we have a visitor come in to stock the hotel kitchen. They bring us supplies, they take back the drugs. And they leave us a little extra cabbage, as well.”

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