Connors had even picked the place Tim would cross the small river behind Emma’s house. He knew that Timothy would never get across at that point without slipping, sliding, and possibly dropping the body in the mud. There would be no...
Connors had even picked the place Tim would cross the small river behind Emma’s house. He knew that Timothy would never get across at that point without slipping, sliding, and possibly dropping the body in the mud. There would be no way that Tim would make it across without leaving hand and foot prints all along both sides of the river. The rain that had fallen over the past couple of days would insure that there would be a lot of them too.
After Timothy had dumped the body Connors had gotten him good and drunk and once Tim had passed out he took Candy’s car and drove him down to the bridge where State Highway 238 crossed the Diversion Channel. Connors then put a drunken Tim behind the wheel, adjusted the seat, fastened the seat belt and run him off into the channel. He then watched to make sure that the car with its passenger sunk and Tim didn’t somehow get out. It really wouldn’t have mattered if he had because he knew that Tim couldn’t swim and the water levels were high due to the seasonal high rain fall. After the major rain they had the day before the channel was nearly overrunning it banks and there was a fairly fast current.
Connors knew that the car would end up a little downstream and it would be found in a day or two when it came to rest somewhere and the water levels dropped. He had used this little trick once before when he had needed to get rid of a man who hadn’t wanted to sell a piece of property to him. Once the man was out of the way his widow had been happy to move on. That had been about ten years ago and he saw no reason it wouldn’t work again. After all, the police hadn’t been smart enough to figure it out then so he saw no reason to think they would this time. It was a good thing that Timothy’s house was so close to this spot because otherwise it might have been his ass that would have been down the creek, if not literally, figuratively.
Connors finished up removing every possible sign of his having been there and got into the little car he had managed to get his hands on. He had parked it a little ways from the house in some overgrowth where it couldn’t be seen by anyone passing by. It was a little before five in the morning and still dark. He wanted to be back at his motel as soon as he could before to many people were out and about. He got into his vehicle and without turning on his lights pulled out to the end of the drive and made sure no one was coming in either direction and pulled out onto the highway. He drove for a short way before turning on his lights and made his way back to the motel and now thought of getting a few hours of sleep before starting on his next little project later on today. He had stopped at a coffee shop in case someone noticed his car had been gone this morning. Right now though, he was looking forward to a much needed rest.
There was one thing that Connors regretted. It was the fact that he wouldn’t be there to see the look on that other bitch’s face when she found the mutilated corpse. He could see her going all to pieces at the sight of the dead body when she and her students went to do whatever they do when digging in the ground and they find that body. Yes, he really regretted not being able to witness that.
He was quite sure that the news media would make a big deal out of how much the professor and her students had been traumatized by the whole atrocious event. The news loved to stress the trauma that is experienced by the people involved for the shock value. They wanted to give the sadistic public a way to feel the same thing anyone there might have felt through the whole horrific experience. Yes, he could look forward to that at least.
Below is a picture where I dumped the body in the book. The vehicle came to rest one the bend you see in the distance.
Book trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebWxwy6GekI