JonDlundyn Parker adventure #1 cont. (3)
November 8th 2006 18:08
The carpet was sponging up the blood as it dripped to the floor but it was smeared all around the walls where the skipper had fought with his assailant. The stench of the diver’s bowels and the bodily fluids leaking from the others was overpowering. But Roscoe and Lundyn, while not exactly used to the stench, had both experienced enough to harden themselves to what had happened. Dead men, nothing could be done for them. Working out how they had died was fairly obvious. Why had they died was fairly obvious too. Packets of money were strewn around the cabin, all tied up with rubber bands. Plastic bags of some white substance were also strewn around.
“It figures,” said Lundyn. “A triple cross. First they decided to cut the two deckies out of it. Then the diver decides to take out the skipper, who must have been almost ready for him.” He sighed and weighed a wad of notes in his hand. “Looks like over a half million, but by the look of the drugs it was not enough to buy them. This must have been the courier money.”
“Yeah” said Roscoe. “The diver must have figured to get out quick. He probably cut the anchor free when he came on board and expected to leave alone. With the crew finished off he could finish off Karen and be gone into the night. A short swim to his boat which will probably be out on Broughton Island and back to Nelson Bay to spend his money.”
As Lundyn went on deck, having wiped the blood that soaked into his bare feet from the carpet on a towel from the heads, he saw Karen with binoculars searching the horizon. “Looks like the police” she said.
Lundyn nodded and said. “They are going to have a lot to do when they come on board. It is very bad down there in the cabin. How well did you know them”?
“That sounds like past tense?” she replied.
“I’m afraid the news is bad, they are all done for” She slumped onto a chair, gnawing at her knuckle.
“They were hired by my husband. I hardly know them, but they were good sailors,” she sighed.
Roscoe appeared behind Lundyn. He was carrying something and dumped it overboard. It landed with a soft thump on the deck of their launch He then
climbed overboard into the launch and stuffed a black garbage bag that he had retrieved from the cruiser into a bunk locker on Lively Lady. In a matter of seconds he was back on board the cruiser.
“Karen, can I take a shower on board and get some of this blood and smell off me?” he queried.
“Sure help yourself” she replied. With that Roscoe stripped off his shirt and shorts and to her utter amazement he strode off to the heads. She was amazed enough at the hard muscled back and trim hips but slung around those hips was the cutest pair of white lace frilled ladies underpants.
“Ah … sometimes he forgets himself,” said Lundyn, using his finger to close her gaping mouth. “I mean he is not gay or anything, he just likes nice knickers.”
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Several days later, in an Oriental mansion on a sprawling manicured lawn, dotted with bushes, blooming with exotic flowers, tucked away behind a small forest of trees on the shores of the Gulf of Siam, a message was received by email.
The computer screen lit the cruel looking Oriental face giving it a pale ghoulish gold rings on the fingers shone in the dim light. The half smoked cigaretteblue hue. Cigarette smoke curled around the face, billowing like small ethereal will-o-wisps. The hand holding the cigarette was long and thin. Thick was cruelly squashed in an ashtray. “Parker… that bloody Lundyn Parker.”
“Yeah” said Roscoe. “The diver must have figured to get out quick. He probably cut the anchor free when he came on board and expected to leave alone. With the crew finished off he could finish off Karen and be gone into the night. A short swim to his boat which will probably be out on Broughton Island and back to Nelson Bay to spend his money.”
As Lundyn went on deck, having wiped the blood that soaked into his bare feet from the carpet on a towel from the heads, he saw Karen with binoculars searching the horizon. “Looks like the police” she said.
Lundyn nodded and said. “They are going to have a lot to do when they come on board. It is very bad down there in the cabin. How well did you know them”?
“That sounds like past tense?” she replied.
“They were hired by my husband. I hardly know them, but they were good sailors,” she sighed.
Roscoe appeared behind Lundyn. He was carrying something and dumped it overboard. It landed with a soft thump on the deck of their launch He then
steering compass
“Karen, can I take a shower on board and get some of this blood and smell off me?” he queried.
“Sure help yourself” she replied. With that Roscoe stripped off his shirt and shorts and to her utter amazement he strode off to the heads. She was amazed enough at the hard muscled back and trim hips but slung around those hips was the cutest pair of white lace frilled ladies underpants.
“Ah … sometimes he forgets himself,” said Lundyn, using his finger to close her gaping mouth. “I mean he is not gay or anything, he just likes nice knickers.”
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Several days later, in an Oriental mansion on a sprawling manicured lawn, dotted with bushes, blooming with exotic flowers, tucked away behind a small forest of trees on the shores of the Gulf of Siam, a message was received by email.
The computer screen lit the cruel looking Oriental face giving it a pale ghoulish gold rings on the fingers shone in the dim light. The half smoked cigaretteblue hue. Cigarette smoke curled around the face, billowing like small ethereal will-o-wisps. The hand holding the cigarette was long and thin. Thick was cruelly squashed in an ashtray. “Parker… that bloody Lundyn Parker.”
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