Classmate Murders by Bob Moats (best classic books of all time txt) 📕

We drove to a nearby restaurant to get some lunch.

"Well, we now know they are still in the area and we are eliminating every place they can stay so far," I said.

Buck added, "Not to mention, they are having to leave their possessions every time they get chased out."

Deacon swallowed a big bite of sandwich and said, "They either have a big stash of cash or using credit cards."

"Since Waters' father died, maybe she came into some inheritance," I wondered. "Deacon can you sneak around and find out if there has been any checking on credit cards." He agreed to make a few calls.

We ate in silence for a bit, then paid and back to the car. We sat there wondering what to do now. I said there was one last name on the reference list, but there was no time for them to move in there, so it would be a waste of time to follow it up. We decided to go back to Buck's place and wait it out.


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Chapter Sixteen

We got back to Buck's place around 3 P.M., I found Penny relaxing on a chaise lounge in the back yard, taking in the sun. There were other females spread out on towels and blankets around the yard, in various forms of undress. I tried not to look. Penny wore a skimpy, green tank top, shorts and flip-flops and looked delicious, I wanted to bite her all over. She took my hand as I came up, and yanked me down to kiss me, then warned me about looking at the half-naked women. I pulled over another lawn chair and sat, relating our journey of the day, and admiring her still great legs.

"I'm sure Waters is really pissed by now. She's going to want to get back at you, if she finds you were behind her having to move so many times," she said, with a touch of worry in her voice.

"Screw her, she brought this on herself, misguided loyalties. How fast she forgot the crap her father put her, and her mother through." I was pissed about it.

"In the years I've interviewed people, I've concluded that we're guided by emotion and not logic. Most people are gullible, I see it all the time. I'm sure Daddy dear died a horrible death, and the cheerleaders are to blame. Boo-Hoo, he was a drunk, and mean, before we did what we did. But she got sucked into his death bed confessions," she looked angry.

It was the first time she spoke of the incident. Maybe she was willing to get over it now. Plus, seeing how Julia Waters turned out, she had no sympathy for the woman. Neither did I.

"Yeah, she's risking a great career as a lawyer and advocate for abused women, just to commit multiple murders and will most likely end up on death row. Stupid." I just shook my head.

"What are you going to do now?" She wondered.

"Well, we decided it was a waste of time tracking her, so we are going to sit back and wait. Waters can't finish her vendetta without you, so you're the bait."

She looked a bit startled by that comment. "I'm not real keen on putting my body out like a minnow. What if she bites and you lose her. I'm dead?"

"We have enough fire power between the weapons Buck and I have, and I've seen the arsenal the bikers are hiding around. They get started on her, they'll need a big scoop to scrape up all the parts left." I grinned. She didn't. "Really, stop worrying, we aren't going to let anything happen to you."

"You better not, or you'll never get any more sex from me," she threatened.

"I thought of that, you are the only woman who'd put up with rolling in the hay with me."

"Remember that, Sweety. Oh, and don't forget Morgen. Waters may be the driving force, but it's been Davey doing most the killings."

That was something I thought I'd let go for now, one killer is bad, two killers is trouble.

Buck came around the house and eyeing the sun bathers, stopped in his tracks and said, "Whoa, sea of flesh. I like." His walrus smile spread around his face.

"Quit drooling Buck, it doesn't make you look good," Penny laughed.

I asked, "What's up?"

"Need you up front, man. We're plotting strategy." He took one more lingering look around the yard, I pushed him towards the front, he just said, "OK, OK, I'm going."

Deacon and Luther were sitting on the porch as Buck and I came around. We grabbed lawn chairs and sat facing them.

Deacon spoke first, "I was listening to the police bands and heard they were chasing Waters up I-94, but lost her when she ran a couple cars, and a semi truck, into a big tie-up on the freeway. Cops had to stop, she kept going."

"Damn," I huffed out. "No mention of her brother?"

"They said she was alone in the car."

I wondered what he was up to.

We sat and decided how to divide up the watch for the night. We had enough men to cover the entire night, once an hour, so we made a roster. Luther called over his men and told them what the schedule would be, everyone agreed.

Deacon told all of them that he had a duty, as a cop, to object to any weapons they may have, so he said he just wouldn't look, he smiled and then said, just don't miss and hit him. The men cheered him.

After everyone went off, the four of us were talking, when this short biker came over. "Hey, Luther, you said to be on the look out for any thing strange. Well, I'm almost sure there's some guy in the woods watching us."

Luther introduced Deacon and me to Boon, and then asked which side of the yard and how long ago.

Boon, carefully pointed to the right and said about five minutes ago, we thanked him and said for him to just stroll off as though nothing was going on. He did. We ambled down the drive and then Buck and Luther went out to the road and down towards the side property. Deacon and I walked over to the edge of the property, we both had our hands on our weapons. Buck and Luther ran into the woods, and we did the same, when we saw them break for it. Guns held out, we combed the area, but found nothing. Then we found a spot covered with cigarette butts and a couple of candy wrappers. There was good cover from Buck's property, a good spot to watch from. From the next lot over, we heard a car start up and ran in that direction. A black car sped off, from a beaten down trail, off the main road. Buck said it was a black Bonneville.

"Damn, how did he find us?" I screamed, "Some one is telling them! Has to be."

"Jimmy, no one knew we were here. Other than our own group, but I can vouch for every one of them." Buck defended.

"Yeah, well, Davey was just here, explain that?"

Luther looked surprised, "Davey? Is this guy's name Davey Morgan?"

We never mentioned his name before, we just referred to him as her brother, and mostly talked about Julia. I said, "Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Son of a bitch!" Luther spit, then went back to the yard. He broke out of the woods yelling, "Cindy! Cindy Stewart! Where the fuck are you!" Cindy was laying out in the backyard when Luther, followed by us, came up and yanked her up by her hair. She screamed as Luther released her.

"Talk to me woman! When did you last talk to Davey!" He shouted in her face. "Talk fast, bitch!"

Cindy's eyes went wide and wild. "I guess yesterday. Why?"

Buck calmed Luther down and looked at Cindy. "Davey Morgan is one of the killers were hiding from." She made a little noise and looked struck. Buck said to Luther "How does she know him?"

Luther stepped back and said, "Cindy came to me last month saying she met a guy at a bar, and they had a thing going. She wanted some advice on what to do about it since she was married to Ricky, and told me his name, Davey Morgan, when I asked if I might know him. I didn't and told her to be careful, Ricky was not one to share his woman."

"Cindy, what exactly did you tell Morgan?" Buck asked. "Tell us everything."

She had tears in her eyes and talked, "I called Davey ‘cause I missed him, I told him Ricky brought me here to help protect some TV talk show host. Davey asked me who, I told him."

"How did you call him, where was he?" I asked.

"I called him on his cell phone, I used mine." She was crying now.

"Cindy, I need his number, get it for me." She ran off to get her cell phone. I continued, "Some cell phones have GPS tracking, his may. Deacon, see if you can check on it."

Deacon said he'd call a friend, in the forensic lab, to see if it was possible.

I said, "Son of a bitch, talk about coincidences. OK, we have to change plans now."

She came back and gave me the number, I gave it to Deacon. Then I had an idea. Since Davey didn't know we knew about Cindy and him, we may be able to set a trap. I took my three amigos to the side and told them my idea, they thought it may work. We looked at Cindy, she just said, "What?"

We all went into the house and I told Cindy we wanted her to call Davey, pretend she didn't know about his connection and tell him she was getting away for the night, and wanted to meet with him at a bar in New Baltimore. She was afraid he'd kill her, but we said we'd be watching. She agreed reluctantly. I said we should wait for a while, too soon after we chased him off. We sat Cindy down and told her not to move from that spot.

Luther called Boon in and told him to watch Cindy, if she moved, shoot her in the foot. She looked in panic at Luther, then to Boon, and back again to Luther. He grinned at her and we went out.

I told Penny what had just happened, she looked around in panic. I said he was gone and told her of our plan.

"You think Davey will fall for it?" she asked.

"Well, so far he doesn't know we know. It may work, we have nothing to loose, so we'll see."

She hugged me and said don't let go.

We waited about two hours, then turned Cindy loose after coaching her. She dialed the number and then after a couple of rings, he answered, she put it on speaker so we could hear. He must have seen the caller ID, he said "What's up, baby?"

"I really need you Davey. I'm getting so hot just thinking about you, it's been so long. You miss me?" She poured it on.

He paused, "I miss your fine body, woman. What do you want to do about