Title: Life for Rent
Author: Mackenzie
Email: "Las Vegas"
Disclaimers: I only own the following: Kyra (pronounced "K-eye-ra") Eubanks, Robert Eubanks, Susannah Deline Eubanks, Judge Alistair McPhee, Detective Rudy Bravo, officers Manuel Noriega, Sarah Bowden, and Drs. Porter Daniels, Isabella Mays and Ginger Lewis. Everybody else is owned y Gary Scott Thompson. Do NOT sue me, I have a crappy minimum wage job and trust me, you won't get anything from me, I just take these characters out, have a little fun with them, torture them and put them back.
Spoilers: We'll say everything till the season 3 finale, just to be safe.
Author's Notes: Props to Dido for the title, which came from her album of the same name. Also, this story is NOT within the same realm of my previous stories, however, just to be on the safe side, we'll say that it is in it's own universe. Also, this is a Deline family focused story, so if you stumbled onto this expecting to read a long saga about Danny and Mary finding their way to each other, sorry to disappoint. One more thing, I know SQUAT about boats and boating in general, so I apologize for any inaccuracies. Also, props to Arky for helping with the geography.
-Prologue-
-June 12, 1994-
The sounds of a yacht zooming across the Atlantic Ocean could be heard by nobody but the person driving the boat. The Man looked over and allowed his aqua eyes to fall onto the oddly shaped object that was wrapped tightly in black plastic trash bags, secured by rolls of silver duct tape. Shaking his head, he sighed. It took him four boxes of trash bags and three rolls of the tape to get everything covered. One thing The Man did not expect was the amount of blood that came oozing from the head of the woman whom he was killing.
Reaching what he believed was the Caribbean Sea, The Man stopped for a refuel in Port-au-Prince, Haiti and wound up spending the night on the boat. The next morning, well before dawn, The Man started the boat back up again and began his trek down to Jamaica. Having prepared beforehand for the trip, The Man had several coolers filled with sodas, juice, water, food and even a refrigerator and microwave on board in the small kitchen. Reaching the Jamaican waters shortly after noon, local time. Not wanting to take any chances at being caught, The Man drove the boat until he was completely surrounded by the blue abyss of the Caribbean Sea. Casting a glance over his shoulder in all angles, The Man was confident that there were no other boats around to interrupt what he was doing.
Slowly shutting the engine off of his boat, The Man dropped anchor and stepped off the platform that housed the wheel. Walking into a small onboard room, The Man lugged four cinder blocks out and then grabbed some twine. Sighing heavily as he approached the body, The Man carefully pulled a piece of tape off the plastic bag, slowly so not to rip the delicate material and looked into the face of his wife. Sighing heavily, he shook his head, "I'm sorry."
Carefully reapplying the tape, The Man grabbed another roll of the tape and pulled a piece off, arms length, and ripped it with his teeth and wrapped it around the piece that he had messed with, not wanting the water to ease it open. Grabbing the twine, The Man looped it around end of the body several times and then secured it to a cinder block. Repeating the process on the other end, he looked at the two remaining cinder blocks. Deciding that two were enough to weigh the body down, The Man carefully picked the body up with a loud grunt. Within seconds, he was throwing the body overboard The Helios.
Quickly going back to the platform of the wheel, The Man pushed a button which retracted the anchor and turned the boat. Seconds later, he was speeding across the surface of the warm Caribbean Sea. Driving at least three hundred miles to the south, towards Nicaragua, he again dropped anchor and shut the vessel off. Going back to the remaining cinder blocks, The Man gave both a shove off the side of the boat and then went over and repeated a process he did earlier of retracting the anchor and turning the boat on, this time, he was heading back into the waters of the Gulf of Mexico, more specifically, he was heading up towards the coast of Florida where he planned to moor the boat in Miami. Once he had pulled into the Miami harbor, The Man docked the boat and left, never returning again to pick it up.