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hours then go home.
    An hour later a sedan pulled into his
laneway and minutes after that Harry was carried between two men as
though he was drunk. They tossed him into the back of the car and
left. Sandy followed at a respectable distance hoping they didn’t
go too fast. Her old car wouldn’t do over ninety clicks.
    The sedan pulled into the road west of
the Toyota dealership, toward the Headwater Conservation area. She
had to give them space or they’d know she was following. She gave
them a minute then followed with her lights out, the driving lights
still on. In the distance she saw the sedan parked by a boat so she
cut the engine on her car.
    Sandy stalked toward them with her
purse over her shoulder loaded with hairspray and the Swiss army
knife. As she walked she tossed out everything else so nothing
could interfere with her weapons. They loaded Harry into a boat and
tied him up. They were going to dump him into the reservoir. The
boat pushed off from shore and two men rowed it into the icy black
water.
    “Shit, Shit, Shit,” she
swore.
    They were taking her Harry out to drown
him.
    Her man.
    Not without a fight.
    She clasped the top of her purse and
kicked off her shoes. She was only wearing a light summer dress
which would not weigh her down. She was an excellent swimmer thanks
to Uncle Gordon who used to be a life guard. She went through every
positive thought she could come up with as she entered the cold
waters.
    “I’m a fucking long distance swimming
champion,” she said to herself.
    She’d won a twenty length swimming
contest when she was twelve.
    The oars on the boat made more noise
than she did. She almost caught them when they threw Harry
overboard. She inhaled then dove deep. She swam along the bottom
unable to see. The half moon didn’t light the water much way down
here. She could see the outline of the boat above so followed to
its bow. Once there she spotted movement in the water. It had to be
Harry.
    She swan toward him and breathed into
his mouth. That finished her air supply so she rose to the surface
for a breath. She inhaled deep and heard a man on the
boat.
    “What the fuck?”
    They spotted her.
    A flashlight came on.
    Pop. Splash.
    She knew it was a silenced pistol. She
seen them in movies.
    “Cut the fucking light idiot. Someone
will see it and call the cops.”
    She heard that before she dove down to
Harry again. She pulled out her knife and cut his bonds. He was
free and they both went up for air.
    Pop. Splash.
    They went under and after Harry kicked
off his boots, swam south. They rose to the surface for another
breath.
    Pop. Splash.
    The boat had followed. She pointed to
the east shore of the reservoir and they both swam underwater for a
minute. They rose but this time were not seen. The boaters were
still rowing south.
    They finally climbed out on the
southeast shore near the traffic lights on Highway 10 and
Broadway.
    Pop. Splash.
    It was a long distance shot but they
were seen leaving the water. They ran toward the lights in their
bare feet, keeping low.
    “Thanks Sandy.”
    “Don’t thank me yet. We’re still in
deep shit.”
    Pop. Twang. A bullet ricocheted off the
pavement. The boat was moving closer.
    They raced across the lights on red,
greeted by the sound of car horns. Sandy laughed thinking they must
have looked a sight: drenched and in sock and stocking feet, bent
low like thieves on the run. She was beginning to think there was
hope for them after they passed the McDonalds restaurant. They
stopped at the twenty four hour service station to call for a
taxi.
    “We’ll go to my place,” said
Sandy.
    “No way. I don’t want to lead them to
your house.”
    Harry still had his wallet loaded with
soaked money. It was reluctantly accepted by the cab driver when
Harry gave him twice the estimated fare.
    “How did you get wet? Is not raining?”
asked the cabby.
    “We went for a midnight
swim.”
    “Where’s your car?”
    “Broken down.”
    The cabby was asking