Chapter 9
Carly watched Gibby dig a grave. He was sweating profusely now, five feet in. He knew she was there; nobody could sneak up on him. Years of toting around bodies gave him a seventh sense. His sixth was devoted to threats.
He sighed, putting the shovel to the earth, "You're not even armed?"
"You're a friend, Gibb."
He exhaled deeply, and put the shovel down, "Yeah, guess I am."
He lifted himself out of the hole with exertion, and then went to his car. He returned with a canvas, graham crackers, chocolate and marshmallows. Carly looked at him with pity, "It took me awhile to sort out. You did a good job, really. I mean, even I didn't see why you started working for Nevel and Freddie at first. Nor why you tracked down Kara for them."
He looked like she had actually brought a weapon and killed him. She continued, "I guess it made me start to think about what I had missed these last seven years. I was so caught up in my own life with Dustin; I missed what everyone else was doing. It's Sam's fault, really."
She paused here to let the pain surface in her friend, then pass.
Gibby pushed a body wrapped in a canvas into the grave. Carly paused a moment to mourn Dustin. "When Dustin came back, I was so distracted. There was something happening right underneath my nose, the same kind of problem I had back when I first started working for Overlord. Why were Freddie and Nevel working together? Why did they make a city just to house their workers? How come they kept track of me all these years? Then I realized Overlord was around before ICarly, and was there after ICarly was gone. I don't know who started what, but I am sure that you and Freddie decided to start digging into Sam's background."
He gave a non-committal grunt, and got back to work. The dirt fell onto her husband swiftly.
She continued, "I wondered at first what was going on after we all lost touch. You must have tracked down Kara and rescued her. Why would you do that? Then I remembered what Sam recorded, about being only mostly sure Freddie was the father."
Tears were now flowing from the hardened man's face, "I realized seeing the look on your face took me back to Freddie, seeing a man love another woman that belonged to another man. So… how did this happen?"
Gibby paused here, looking up at her angrily, "You have no idea what I feel!"
"Yes, I do, more than you will ever know. I know you tried to love Sam the same way Freddie did," She replied earnestly. Fifteen yards behind them, the campfire popped as Kara put another log on the fire, the chocolate, graham crackers and marshmallows lay forgotten beside the grave. Carly picked them up so Kara and Sarah could have s'mores. She continued, "So, you tracked down what might be your daughter, but what was your plan exactly?"
"Didn't have one," He admitted, "I just figured I could get Kara to come if Sarah was there. Dustin… his connections to Overlord are old; almost as old as mine. I had to kill him."
"You didn't, Gibb, I did," She sighed. It was practically true. If she had not let him back in, he would not be dead. And he had worked for Overlord, probably to keep an eye on her, and that was truly unforgivable, "Here's what we're going to do…"
