A GREEN PONTIAC sat parked across from The Puffin, its driver hunched low in the seat behind the wheel.
The winds had picked up and rain was imminent. Good. DeMartino and the Raferty woman would be more concerned with the weather than with someone following them.
Sydney Raferty had complicated matters when she’d latched onto Benno DeMartino.
He didn’t like complications.
Now his plans would have to be changed. Again. Things had been going awry every time he turned around. He’d stuck Kenneth Lord away, had been keeping him alive for insurance until he was sure he had her. But the prisoner had escaped. Too bad for Lord. If only he would have stayed put instead of trying that stupid stunt he might have lived a while longer.
If only he’d gotten rid of the body, the man chided himself, everything would be Jake. But he’d figured he didn’t have time with Martha waiting. His mistake. Hindsight was twenty-twenty. He’d heard that somewhere. Recognizing his slip-up after the fact did him no good whatsoever.
The first drops of rain splattered the car as he contemplated how much he hated things going wrong. So messy. He couldn’t afford to let things get any further out of hand.
This was one mess he was about to straighten out given the first opportunity.