Chapter 34
"Start digging," George said, "We don't have all night.”
Sharon picked up the shovel and tossed it at my feet. I knelt down slowly and picked it up while George backed away, putting himself out of range.
"Somebody's gonna come around asking questions if we don't check in," I said.
"Cover her up and dig another one for the three of you," Sharon said.
I glared at her. "I was just beginning to like you.”
She smirked. "Don't lie, you liked me from the beginning.”
I glared at her and started shoveling dirt over Molly’s remains. Not in any hurry to meet my demise, I dragged it out as much as possible.
Sharon kept the gun aimed at me, and George kept watch over Jack.
"Hurry up," Sharon barked.
I sped it up for a little bit, then slowed back down.
"I told you to stop looking into this,” she said in a smug voice. “If you would have followed my advice, your stay in California would have been much more pleasant."
"Sometimes I'm too stubborn for my own good," I replied.
She chuckled. "Sometimes we learn life's lessons a little too late, don't we?"
I couldn't disagree.
George fiddled with a pack of cigarettes, pulled out a stogie, then lit it. The cherry glowed, and he breathed a deep inhale, relishing the moment of a freshly lit cigarette.
"Those things will kill you," I snarked.
"Yeah, well. Something is going to get us all,” he said dryly. “And I’m going to be the one to kill you.”
I used the distraction to hurl a scoop of dirt in Sharon's face while Jack lunged for George.
With dirt in her eyes, I charged Sharon. She fired Lenny's pistol blindly. The bullets snapped past me, so close I felt the breeze on my skin. I grabbed the gun and tackled her to the ground while Jack struggled with George.
The gun went off a few more times, bullets flying into the sky.
SNAP!
SNAP!
SNAP!
We tussled, and I managed to strip the weapon from her with ease. She was half my size.
I rolled away and took aim.
Sharon reached for her sidearm.
I had no choice but to put two into her. The suppressed rounds hit with a wet slap, sending her tumbling back to the dirt. Crimson blossomed her shirt.
I swung the barrel toward George as he struggled with Jack. When I got a clear shot, I took it.
Bullets rocketed through the air and pelted George—one in the chest, one in the neck.
Blood spewed.
George spun away and tumbled to the ground, sucking air and gurgling.
The neck wound spurted, and he bled out in a matter of seconds.
The moment of chaos was over.
It was quiet, except for the sound of light traffic on the streets above.
My heart still thumped, pulsing my ears.
I checked Sharon’s vitals, but she was gone.
We’d gotten ourselves out of one sticky situation and into another.
"How the hell are we gonna handle this?” JD asked.
We had just killed two cops. Dirty cops. But I didn't think anyone in West Beverly would believe our story.