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their clothing. Then I took the tire iron and scooped out a hole and stuffed their clothes in the hole and covered them up. Walking back to the car we drove up from Jacksonville, I got in and started it.
    “Wh ere are you going to do with Sammy’s car?” asked Hilary.
    “ On the other side of that big tree is a bend in the river and the water swirls around making a hole about sixty feet deep. The car will make a great place for breeding crabs and fish.”
    After walking back from dumping the car, I saw that Hilary was still upset. She probably thought she was next. Standing next to the driver’s side of the Mustang, I told her to get in while I put all our stuff along with the duffle bag of money and weapons, into the trunk.
    “I can’t believe you did that ,” she said.
    “What,” I said.
    “You dumped those bodies in that lake like they were rocks.”
    “Not really,” I said. “More like food. T he gators and cotton mouths will eat like kings and make short work of them.”
    “What am I going to tell my friend about her car,” she said.
    “What’s to tell? I just did her a favor. Besides, the car was collateral damage. When we get back to Jacksonville you will give her some money, money enough for her to get a better car and she can buy her own gas. But I have an even better question.”
    “What ?”
    “How about telling me who you really are?”

 
    Chapter 10
     
     
    I waited while Hilary took her jacket off, shook it clean and walked down to the lake to clean up. While she was gone, I went through her purse. Hilary Kelly was her real name, but she was no student. In her purse there was a thirty-eight Smith and Wesson Airweight and a badge holder that indicated she was a private investigator. After taking the shells out I put the pistol and badge back in her purse. In about twenty minutes, she returned and stopped before me.
    “Okay. I worked with your sister as a hooker. She told me the whole story and I figured I could cut myself in som ewhere along the line.”
    “I see. ”
    After finding her PI badge, I didn’t believe her, but there was no reason to get into a catfight about it so I just said, “Okay, let’s go.”
    “What do I tell my friend?”
    “Nothing more than what I had just said. Now let’s get going.”
    Twenty minutes later we were driving north on I-95 heading toward Savannah in the Mustang. The only difference being, I was doing the driving.
    “I thought you said you couldn't drive?”
    “Yeah, I did,” I said. “Then again, I lied. Lot of that going
    a round.”
    Right now I was feeling pretty good about things. I had stuffed a handful of bills in my pocket and the rest of the five hundred grand was in the trunk in the duffle bag. I was about to step up to some new wheels and some other things I figured I was going to need.
    “Where are we going?”
    “Savannah,” I said.
    “I got that, but where in Savannah?”
    “I’m not sure yet,” I said. “There have been a lot of changes since I was there last.”
    At this point, I wasn’t going to tell Hilary a whole lot of anything. With Hilary being a PI, I had to make a slight change in plans.
    Once I reached Savannah, I had intended to leave Hilary with her friend’s car and some money to drive back to Jacksonville. That plan was now out. For the time being, I had to keep her with me. I thought about killing her, but then, killing a person who had nothing to do with my problems would, in my mind, be murder for sure. Besides, I was starting to like her and, being who she was, presented a challenge. The other thing, even more important, was finding out who she worked for. I suspected I knew the ‘why’, but not the ‘who’.
    Driving through Savannah, I was looking for a place called Carlyle’s on the east side of town. From the street it was a place that had that junkyard look. Once you got beyond the front gate and inside the big brick building, the place took on a life of its own.
    Being somewhat of a family