He left her sleeping soundly. He had given her enough Demerol to make sure she slept while he got down to business, the business of keeping her here. He turned on the tv and watched the morning news. There was the news about digging out from the massive snowstorm, but still no story about her disappearance. It had been over a week. To his mind, this was proof that his Karen had come back to him. He grinned as the thought about the future.
A thought hit him. Her bike. That would be one thing that could point to her being in this area. He had left it on the road and he hoped no one had seen it yet. It was unlikely that anyone had been out this way with the heavy snowfall. He was the only year-round resident out here and most likely sightseers had not ventured out. He would have to go and get it and hide it until he could get rid of it. He knew he couldn't get the truck out in this snow, so he would have to walk back and retrieve it. It wasn't that far.
Jackson put on his heavy coat, mittens and boots and walked out into the melting snow. "This was some early season storm," he thought. He managed to get to the road and started out after her bike. He had only gone a quarter of a mile when he saw the mound on the side of the road. He dug through the snow and hauled the bike up. Brushing the heavy snow off, he admired the machine for a moment before he started pushing it back towards the cabin. The going was difficult in the deep and melting snow, but he plodded on.
He would lock the bike in the garage and cover it so that no one would see it. When things quieted down over her disappearance, he would ride it out into the woods and leave it, covering it foliage as best he could. When Karen was well, he would close up the house and take her with him far away. Maybe they would move to Canada or Alaska. No one would know her there. He could keep his secret... and keep her. His mind worked out scenarios as he pushed the bike along.
They would have that happily ever after that he'd always wanted. It was just a matter of time ...and he had plenty of that!
A thought hit him. Her bike. That would be one thing that could point to her being in this area. He had left it on the road and he hoped no one had seen it yet. It was unlikely that anyone had been out this way with the heavy snowfall. He was the only year-round resident out here and most likely sightseers had not ventured out. He would have to go and get it and hide it until he could get rid of it. He knew he couldn't get the truck out in this snow, so he would have to walk back and retrieve it. It wasn't that far.
Jackson put on his heavy coat, mittens and boots and walked out into the melting snow. "This was some early season storm," he thought. He managed to get to the road and started out after her bike. He had only gone a quarter of a mile when he saw the mound on the side of the road. He dug through the snow and hauled the bike up. Brushing the heavy snow off, he admired the machine for a moment before he started pushing it back towards the cabin. The going was difficult in the deep and melting snow, but he plodded on.
He would lock the bike in the garage and cover it so that no one would see it. When things quieted down over her disappearance, he would ride it out into the woods and leave it, covering it foliage as best he could. When Karen was well, he would close up the house and take her with him far away. Maybe they would move to Canada or Alaska. No one would know her there. He could keep his secret... and keep her. His mind worked out scenarios as he pushed the bike along.
They would have that happily ever after that he'd always wanted. It was just a matter of time ...and he had plenty of that!