I am thinking about it. It’s all I’ve been doing. ‘I’m still not so sure about the stake thing.’
‘I thought we’d moved past it.’
‘I wasn’t even aware we’d agreed.’
‘Well, we’d better start agreeing on something, Charlie, because we don’t have all day.’
‘Okay, okay, so assuming we do this. What happens?’
‘First of all you have to let me come with you,’ she says, even though I haven’t even said yet that I’m going. ‘We can go back to my house and get my car.’
‘I can get your car and I can get the tools. You stay here while I’m getting them.’
We discuss it some more and I feel like I’ve just agreed to do something I totally don’t want to do. I tie her back up before paying for another night’s accommodation. I tell the guy not to bother cleaning the room though I don’t think there’s much chance of it. I drive to Jo’s house. It’s surprisingly hot even though the day has been wet, and because the air-conditioning in my car is faulty I have to wind the windows partially down. The rain spits through the gaps at me. I keep my Honda below the speed limit. When I get to Jo’s house I drive past it looking for a police presence but can’t see one. I park on the road. I head inside, find her keys, back her car out and put my car in. She has a Mazda MX5, red and sporty.
The rain eases off and blue sky starts to appear. It looks like the weatherman was right. At the start of the hour I turn on the radio to listen to the news. Nothing new has developed. Disappointed but not surprised I turn the radio off and stare out at this world I’m driving through. I know this world. I live in this world. Yet it has become a stranger to me.
I pull into the carpark of a hardware store. It’s a large single-storey place made completely from concrete, the sort of one-piece slabs constructed on the spot. A line of wheelbarrows is parked out front, along with garden sheds and patio furniture. Nothing small enough to pick up and run away with. Nothing exciting enough to make an impulse buy.
In the middle of a Tuesday afternoon the large store is close to empty as I make my way up and down aisles. I’m not sure what to buy. Our aim is to catch this guy, not kill him, but I prepare for each possibility. I start in the gardening section but the garden stakes are too big and would fill our hands with splinters. I move to different sections where I buy rope, duct tape, a craft knife, a chisel, a broom handle and a small saw. The last thing I select is a large wooden mallet. It feels like I’m shopping at Vampires R Us. The guy at the counter looks like he missed his calling as an undertaker. His skin is stretched tightly on his skull with black smudges of some long-suffered or soon-to-arrive illness beneath his eyes. He says ‘Raining out there, huh?’ in a tone that suggests it’s my fault. I pay in cash and he forgets to tell me to have a nice day.
I cram everything into the boot. There’s only just enough room, and even then I have to use the small handsaw to cut the broom handle in half. I drive back to the motel and carry the purchases into the room, first making sure nobody is around. The room is stuffy. A faint taste of perfume lingers in the air. Cheap perfume. The type of perfume you find lingering in the air in cheap motels. I close the door and untie Jo, who smiles at me. She seems to have come a small way towards forgiving me. The unposted letter in the back pocket of my pants feels warm.
We pull the tools out of the plastic bag and line them up on the floor. I didn’t buy any top-of-the-line gear, just the basics. I lay the newspaper down and put the broom handle halves on top. We cut it into four pieces, and on the last cut Jo slips on the saw handle. It twists and flexes and the blade snaps into half a dozen pieces. Turns out I shopped in the wrong place.
‘Sorry.’
‘It’s not like we need it again,’ I say.
Jo holds the first stake on the ground while I chip away at the end with the chisel and mallet. I manage a sharp but not very sculptured point. I repeat the procedure on the second and get the same result. The third and fourth don’t work out any better.
The sawing and chiselling is hot work and soon the sawdust sticks to our wet faces and hands. I want to take a shower but I don’t want to leave Jo by herself.
‘Some arsenal,’ she says. ‘Can you think of anything we may be missing?’
I look at what we have. Don’t see a gun. I point this out.
‘What about garlic or holy water?’
I’m not sure if she’s joking and I start to wonder whether she’s missing the whole point here, but perhaps I’m missing it too. That’s why I’m looking at four wooden stakes and a mallet. Jo sits on the edge of her bed and watches me pack up the mess.
‘We should try and get a few hours’ sleep,’ I suggest. ‘We don’t want to fall asleep while watching my house.’
Jo silently nods. ‘That’s just what I was going to suggest.’
‘Um, I’m sorry, Jo, but I need to tie you up …’ I say, my voice trailing away.
‘I’m not going anywhere, Charlie.’
The Killing Hour
Paul Cleave's books
- The Face of a Stranger
- The Silent Cry
- The Sins of the Wolf
- The Dark Assassin
- The Whitechapel Conspiracy
- The Sheen of the Silk
- The Twisted Root
- The Lost Symbol
- After the Funeral
- The Adventure of the Christmas Pudding
- After the Darkness
- The Best Laid Plans
- The Doomsday Conspiracy
- The Naked Face
- The Other Side of Me
- The Sands of Time
- The Sky Is Falling
- The Stars Shine Down
- The Lying Game #6: Seven Minutes in Heaven
- The First Lie
- All the Things We Didn't Say
- The Good Girls
- The Heiresses
- The Perfectionists
- The Sacred Lies of Minnow Bly
- The Lies That Bind
- Ripped From the Pages
- The Book Stops Here
- The New Neighbor
- A Cry in the Night
- The Phoenix Encounter
- The Dead Will Tell: A Kate Burkholder Novel
- The Perfect Victim
- Fear the Worst: A Thriller
- The Naturals, Book 2: Killer Instinct
- The Fixer
- The Good Girl
- Cut to the Bone: A Body Farm Novel
- The Devil's Bones
- The Bone Thief: A Body Farm Novel-5
- The Bone Yard
- The Breaking Point: A Body Farm Novel
- The Inquisitor's Key
- The Girl in the Woods
- The Dead Room
- The Death Dealer
- The Silenced
- The Hexed (Krewe of Hunters)
- The Night Is Alive
- The Night Is Forever
- The Night Is Watching
- In the Dark
- The Betrayed (Krewe of Hunters)
- The Cursed
- The Dead Play On
- The Forgotten (Krewe of Hunters)
- Under the Gun
- The Paris Architect: A Novel
- The Darling Dahlias and the Silver Dollar Bush
- Always the Vampire
- The Darling Dahlias and the Confederate Rose
- The Darling Dahlias and the Cucumber Tree
- The Darling Dahlias and the Naked Ladies
- The Darling Dahlias and the Texas Star
- The Doll's House
- The Garden of Darkness
- The Creeping
- The Long Way Home