Joey took her down to the kitchen then.
The killer then burnt fire all inside the house. At last he leaked the gas cylinder, "The least suspicious manner of murder. In your case, it will go as an accident. Now let's get the fuck out of here before we set ourselves on fire. It won't take too long for this place to explode."
Both men ran from there and sat inside the car. Soon they were driving away. Two minutes later, they heard a huge explosion.
Joey knew where it had come from.
She had told of setting things right but the mercenary had talked of setting things on fire.
"Haha! Do you understand why I brought stinking corpse of your son with me? The story now will be that your wife and your son were together one night. Son was sleeping and woman went down to kitchen for making some coffee. Mishap happened with gas cylinder and whole house exploded. And this all happened when you were somewhere else." Hired gun said to him. Suddenly he resumed, "Bitch needed to die. How can she murder her own son? In fact, he's your son as well."
"I don’t want to talk about this." He questioned himself about his manhood, "Now I want to reach Anderson Island to my father as soon as I can. I had left message on his phone saying I am never coming there and neither is my family. I shouldn’t have left my father alone there. He's an old depressed man who needs support just to walk. I don’t know what he might do if depression catches him. He may kill himself, goddamn it!"
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"Why don’t you call him?"
"I had tried but he already has cut the phone line, I presume. He wants nothing to hear from me. And he doesn’t want to hear anything from anyone else too. I would have worried less if Hansen was still somewhere to be found." Joey made remorse.
"What will you tell him when you get there? What about your wife and son?"
"I would say she eloped with someone else. This blast has happened in Portland and this place is very much far from Anderson Island. Even if this incident reaches in father's ears then he will have nothing to believe his beloveds were the victims. It’s easy thing to do."
"Be careful Joey, convincing an old man is either easiest or toughest thing to do." Mercenary said and it was the last thing they had spoken for another hour.
The next time they spoke was when they had spotted some people standing on the road. "What are they doing there?" Joey asked to him when he was still driving.
"Drunk shits." He looked at four black men in front of them, "Don’t stop the car at any cost."
"STOP THIS CAR!" one of them yelled and Joey had to put on brakes.
"Why did you stop this car?" Mercenary frowned at him, "You should have run this car over them."