All Chapters of Drengr: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I stood and watched as the police officers led John Browne from the yacht. His hands were cuffed behind his back and they escorted him to the car where he got into the backseat. His face was twisted in a deep scowl, as the shock registered that he was going to be charged with Paul’s murder. Did I feel bad for pointing the finger in his direction? No, I didn’t. He was Paul’s accomplice and he’d brought those two underaged girls onto the yacht.A large crowd had gathered in the parking lot and I turned back to my laptop and booked a return flight to Chicago. My flight left at 6 p.m. and I would land in Chicago at half past eight. Taking into account the two-hour time difference, I could be home by midnight.I took my time cleaning the yacht, wiping every surface, washing the bathtub, the toilet and the basin. I would wash the shower later when I showered before my flight. I vacuumed the carpets and then the bed. It might sound extreme, but you could lose up to a hundred hair follicles e

“You shot me,” I said and she let the gun fall to the floor. Her hand clasped over her mouth and she rushed forward to me. I was leaning against the wall as I tried to apply pressure to the bullet wound and to staunch the bleeding a bit.“I’m so sorry. I thought it was them,” she said worriedly.“Bathroom,” I said as she tried to help me. I slid down against the wall and she started to cry.“Don’t die, please don’t die,” she said and I laughed suddenly.“I’m not going to die. Get the first aid kit in the bathroom,” I said. She ran up the stairs and I sighed. She returned a few minutes later, stopping short when she saw Andrew Douglas lying on the floor with his eyes open, his head surrounded by a pool of his own blood and brain matter.I took the first aid kit from her and opened it. I took out the tweezers and the small bottle of antiseptic liquid. I poured the liquid over the wound and gritted my teeth as it burned. I clenched my eyes closed until the burning subsided. I placed my f

I opened the freezer and took out some fish. I put it in the oven and let it bake while the vegetables steamed. I knocked on Charlotte’s door five minutes before it would be ready. She hadn’t emerged at all and I had no idea what was going through her head.“Charlotte, dinner’s ready.” I went back downstairs when she didn’t answer me. I ate dinner alone and took two more pills. I felt tired after I cleaned the kitchen and I went upstairs to my room after calling the dogs and locking up.The next morning when I woke up, I felt better. I brushed my teeth and got dressed in the bathroom after another shower. Charlotte was in the kitchen when I went downstairs, making coffee. It was half past six and she just looked at me as she handed me the cup. I felt awkward around her and I was sure she did too. Regret, it was written all over her face.“Andrew’s dead so I guess I can go home now,” she said. She was right. She could go home now.“I’ll take you when you’re ready.”With Nataly, things

I was nervous about doing this. If she said anything about me, Jack would know and then I would have to silence her. It wasn’t something I wanted to do. I liked her and the realization made me smile and then frown. ‘No,’ I thought to myself. This was dangerous territory.I saw her car turn into her street and then into the driveway. She got out and unlocked the front door and shut it with her foot. I watched the screens on my laptop. I had perfect coverage. She put her handbag down on the couch and kicked off her shoes, leaving them right there on the floor. She went into her bedroom and I heard the bathroom door close.Jack answered on the first ring. “It’s go time.”“Tracking your phone location now…searching for hers…okay, Jericho, what do you want done?”“Phone calls, texts, emails, google, Facebook, Twitter, I need access to everything,” I said. I could hear him typing as I spoke. I had another phone that would basically act as her phone’s clone. I would get every text she got an

“Thanks for meeting me, Blake,” Max said and took a sip of his coffee.“If it’s about tomorrow, the barn’s empty,” I said and he shook his head.“It’s not. I have to ask you some questions.” He was looking uncomfortably at me and I knew.“Ask away, Max.” I was smiling but inside I began to worry. Had I messed up somehow? I looked over at Charlotte and she looked away quickly.“I received a missing person’s report from Nevada. Some ex-cop and a group of his friends went missing. His brother has no clue where he is. His phone’s off and they haven’t heard from him since Saturday night,” Max said.“Nevada?” I asked with a frown. “Why did they send it to you?”“Blake, the guy, Andrew Douglas, he called in your registration number to the Dubuque Police Station to request your address,” Max said in a softer voice as more people entered the diner. “That was around midnight on Wednesday last week. Nobody’s heard from him since Saturday night. His credit card was swiped at a bed and breakfast h