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react.
    Tony was at the bar so how did he wind
up here? They must have had another team at his house and that team
handed him over to Tony.
    “I know you’re awake, saw your head
move as you looked around shore. Say good bye to an old buddy. I’ll
miss you.”
    “Why are you doing this
Tony?”
    “I told you before, a man needs to
work. I don’t have a lot of talent and little education. Not like
the Tanner brothers, my pals. You know I hated you two all those
years. Everything came easy to you two: school grades, money,
women.”
    So that’s why Tony took over: he wanted
the honour.
    “Is that why you killed
Jarrod?”
    “No buddy, I didn’t do the deed. The
day he was killed I was stoned on cocaine. I could hardly walk. I
was so high I could almost fly though. You ever had that feeling?
Of course not. The Tanner boys were never that weak.”
    “So who killed him? Joe
Sharky?”
    “Got no idea pal. Joe doesn’t confide
in me. Hell, I’m really only a customer. Keeps me around for part
time work cause I know the area.”
    “You’re a snake, Moore.”
    “I maybe one but I’ll be the last man
standing after you go down. Who’d a thought I’d not only outlast
Harry Tanner but I’d do him in?”
    “I’m not dead yet.”
    Moore pulled a semi-automatic pistol
from his jacket and attached a silencer. He pointed it then
said,
    “You’re mine but I’d rather watch you
squirm under water. I’ll get a kick out of watching the air bubbles
rise to the surface. It’ll turn me on so much, get me so high, I’ll
go home and fuck Karma.”
    He set the gun on the boat deck then
gestured for the other man, the bouncer to help toss Harry
overboard. The guy had a smile on his face under his bandaged nose.
Harry didn’t fight as they hoisted him over the side, wanting to
save his energy to free himself. The weight splashed in dragging
him down.
    Harry fought to move his hands downward
to one of the blades tucked in his boots. That is if they were
still there. If they hadn’t been found and removed. His hands were
tied behind his back making it almost impossible.

Chapter 8
     
    Sandy three hours
earlier:
     
    Sandy drove her old Cavalier toward
Harry’s house, her mind obsessing over him. She’d loved him since
they were kids. He gave her the first kiss she’d had from a boy and
was her first love. She remembered losing her innocence to him, the
joyous pain. He was amazed at the amount of blood on the back seat
of his old Ford. They both tried in vain to clean it from the old
fibres but only darkened it. He put a seat cover over it then asked
if she was all right. He cared. She wondered if he’d ever bragged
and showed that spot to his friends.
    No way, not Harry Tanner.
    He was too much of a gentleman,
sometimes too caring for his own good. Not that he was without
fault; his biggest flaw, the way she saw it at any rate, was his
disregard for others whenever he changed his life.
    The most shocking was when he enlisted
in the armed forces and asked for duty with the coalition in
Afghanistan. He hadn’t considered her in the least. He’d told her
he was going and said good bye. That was it.
    A fucking good bye.
    When she saw him again three years
later staring at her in the donut shop her heart almost shattered.
She knew he’d be home to attend his brother’s service but… Actually
seeing him was another matter.
    Son-of-a-bitch.
    Sandy knew he was going to do something
real stupid so she decided to keep an eye on him, help if he needed
it. He fought for Queen and country so the least she could do was
show him support if he needed it. She was armed with hairspray and
a Swiss army knife. The hairspray stung the eyes and the army knife
had a four inch blade, almost deadly.
    She passed his house but his car was
nowhere to be seen. She parked on the side of the road barely
within sight of his house. Shortly after she parked he came home.
What was she going to do? Sit here all night? She’d watch for a
couple of