Chapter 9
As he drove, Jack
mentally went through the residents of this town. He had slim
pickings when it came to allies. There was Frank, and he was, well
just Frank. Officer Coleman. But that was a bust. And not exactly an
ally, more a dead alley. And that was about it. Most of the people
were true to Walter. Probably got him elected to his profitable and
powerful position. Everyone in this town loved him. So who was going
to listen to him. He felt like a kid who was trying to tell someone
that Lassie was down a well. But he had to do something. If only to
stop something before he happened and he was accused. Being a
ex-crim, he would be the first one the fingers would point to. But
then why bother, he thought. He could just leave town and forget
about it all. Nancy and Walter could get on with their dirty deeds
and he could be riding the waves in LA or somewhere equally as babe
infested. He had had too many run ins this week and enough was
enough. He didn't have to put up with this. He was innocent and
here he was being the subject of unwanted attention. He turned the
car around and headed back to his place. All he wanted to do was to
pack, sell his house and get away from this place. He pulled his car
into the drive and headed to the door. But something was wrong. Once
again he felt like he was not alone. The back door was slightly open.
He gently opened it and walked in. He could smell a sweet
perfume.
"That's not mine!" He thought. He put his
keys down on the side and picked up a medium size knife from the
counter top. He wasn't going to take any chances. He crept into the
living room, the knife by his side.
"Nice accessory Jack. But
it doesn't go with your eyes." Nancy said. She was sat in a
chair, her long legs crossed as though it were an invitation for very
naughty things. Images of Sharon Stone flashed through his
mind.
"Make yourself at home." He said.
"You
know, you can put that knife down Jack. I am not here to hurt
you."
"I will be the judge of that." Jack
said.
"You used to welcome me with open arms Jack."
"Well
that was before you used me and tried to kill me. You remember that
right?"
"That's all in the past now. I was hoping we
could be friends."
"It depends on what you mean I that
respect." Jack said. He gently put the knife down on the table
and stood looking at her.
"You are not well liked in this
town Jack, I thought you could do with a friend."
"That's
so sweet of you but I will pass on that."
"I am
disappointed"
"I know what you are doing?"
"I
have no idea what you mean."
"You and Walter are up to
something. This I know, and if I wasn't clear, the numerous threats
have cleared it up. You think you can butter me up and I will forget
about my suspicious. Maybe even help you."
"That thought
never crossed my mind Jack." Nancy said.
"Then why would
Walter, Harris and yourself all pay me visits. I feel like santa with
a bag of goodies."
"Where's the red suit then?"
Nancy said.
"You are trespassing on my property, I suggest
you leave." Jack said. Nancy stood up and walked closer to Jack.
He stepped back, Nancy advanced on him more.
"That's a new
leaf for you, throwing a lady out of your house." She said. She
reached her hand up and brushed a loose hair from Jacks face. He
pulled away and realized he was butted up against the table. "You
remember the fun we had."
"Oh I remember. But that was
before, this is now. Please leave."
"I always liked your
hair Jack." She said. She brushed her hand through his hair. He
pulled away and stood away from her.
"Leave, go find your
friend Walter and tell him I am not going to be scared away. Whatever
you are up too. I will find out. No threats are going to stop me."
Nancy looked at him and picked up her bag.
"So brave. So
stupid." She said. She blew him a kiss and walked out of the
door. Jack watched her as she disappeared down the beach. He looked
over to the knife. He looked on astonished…….it had gone.
Jack
had rushed out the door and down the beach. Nancy had disappeared. He
had no idea why she would take the knife, but he had to get it back.
He knew Coleman didn't believe him, but he had to report this. Why
would she take a knife? A way of baiting Jack to retrieve it and then
have another chance of getting to him. Jack had never thought of
Nancy as that dangerous. She was sneaky, crafty and at some times,
clever but never violent. He walked back to his house, he glanced
over to Walters place which was just down the beach from his. Two
figures were stood with Walter. Jack crept forward. He recognized
Harris and Frank. What was Frank doing hanging with these two? He
moved around the side of his house and into a small bush, he crept
around it and got closer to Walters house. Now he was feeling like a
spy. But something was wrong with this picture. He heard the men
talking.
"I have tried." Frank said.
"Then try
harder, or I can't be responsible for Harris' actions."
Walter said.
"Jack has a right to be here, you can't
convince him to leave if he doesn't want too." Frank
said.
"Who said I would convince him?" Harris said.
"He
can't be here. He is the only one who knows the truth about Rays
murder, apart from you. But you won't say a thing now would you
Frank?" Walter said.
"No sir, you have made yourself
clear on that."
"We have big plans and we can't afford
to have him interfering with them. I heard he went to see Officer
Coleman." Walter said.
"I am not sure, but what if he
did?"
"With his snooping around, he is bound to get in
the way, ruin our plans. And I have worked too hard for some surfer
to stop them."
"He doesn't know anything Walter, he
won't be a trouble." Frank said.
"I can't risk it.
Get it sorted Frank. Otherwise Harris will take care of your hotel,
or should I say my hotel."
"I will talk to him."
Frank said. He walked away and Jack ducked down. He heard a car door
and in seconds, an engine starting up. Jack watched as Walter and
Harris went inside Walters house. Jack headed back to his. Whatever
was going on here, it was serious. And Walter was afraid.
