As promised, here is an excerpt from my upcoming novel,
He was pleased to see when he arrived at the boat ramp that few people were about. There were plenty of cars and boat trailers, but only one other group of people still sorting out their boat. He turned the car and reversed down the ramp until the dinghy was touching the water. As he turned off his car, he checked the mirrors to see where the other people were. They had finished loading their stuff onto their craft and were preparing to leave. Good.
He climbed out of his car, moved to the boat and began letting out the cable. As the dinghy slid back down off the trailer, he heard one of the men on the other boat call out, “Hey, do you need a hand?”
“No thank you. I can deal with this.” He tried to sound casual, but to his ears it was stilted. The other guy didn’t seem to notice.
“No worries, buddy.”
He watched as the other boat motored away from the ramp. He was on his own. The dinghy floated behind the trailer, and using the rope on the bow, he guided it to one side and tied it off to a mooring point. The bundle was still hidden by the boat cover, so he would be fine if anyone else turned up.
Quickly rewinding the cable, he secured it and returned to the car and moved it to the car park as fast as he could. The last thing he needed was a helpful stranger coming along and taking the cover off his dinghy. People were too friendly around here.
He returned to the boat– still no one around. His fingers fumbled with the knot in the rope, seeming to take minutes to release. As the knot finally untangled, he slipped back the cover, climbed on board and pushed off. The bundle made getting to the motor awkward, but he managed, and then started the outboard. Once the boat was pointed out toward the bay, he opened the throttle and left the shore behind. Done. All he had to do now was to find somewhere to get rid of her.
He looked at the river entrance. There was a scattering of fishing boats there, and he didn’t want to drop her anywhere near the town. Too many people could be looking out of windows at the wrong moment. He needed to move around the coast and find a quiet cove. He turned his craft away and headed up beyond the reaches of the town.
It took some careful searching, but he eventually found the perfect spot. There were no dwellings within sight and no other craft either. He stopped the engine and prepared his fishing line. Once he’d baited it, he cast and watched as the line sank. Good. He propped the fishing rod up in a holder, and then turned to the bundle. With the extra rope he tied the bricks to bundle, tugging to make sure the knots were secure. He wriggled the whole lot to the edge of the dinghy. The water slapped against the sides as the boat rocked with the movements. He had a moment of doubt. Should he toss the bricks first, or the bundle? Either way he risked the dinghy listing too far and allowing water to enter, capsizing the craft. He thought hard, and then moved to the centre of the boat, straddling the centre board that stretched from side to side. Straining against the weight of the awkward bundle, he managed to get it laid across the bench seat with the bricks in his lap. The boat wasn’t taking it well, and water had lapped over the edges into the bottom. No time to waste; he needed to do this. He braced his feet against the bundle and shoved. It hit the lip on the side, and as he continued to strain against the tarp wrapping, it slowly lifted up over the edge. He raised the bricks in his arms, as high above his head as he could, and as the bundle rolled over the edge, he flung the bricks after it. The boat pitched violently with the release of the weight and he threw himself forward, correcting the angle just before the water rose over the edge. Once the boat had steadied again, he leaned over the side. He could just make out the bundle as it was dragged to the bottom of the bay by the weight of the bricks. He watched it until it disappeared, and then sat back up, turning his face to the sun. Done. All he had to do now was to make sure the boat was clean and he would be safe. But for now he would sit and enjoy the satisfaction of successfully ridding himself of the evidence. He was free.
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