The Sedan crept out of the night’s thick fog and into the
dim-lit parking lot like a vivid hallucination from the brain of an
addict. A middle-aged gentleman
leaned against one of the light posts closest to the park’s trail. The air around him was frigid and
intense, and bit at his ears and nose.
The car slowed and finally stopped once it nearly touched the man’s
knees. He uncrossed his legs and
stood upright in response to the opening door. “You Cesar?” He asked as the man stepped from the car. The other man only replied with a
simple nod. A nameless baseball cap hid his facial features, and he was dressed
even lighter than the man he came to meet, wearing a pair of beat-up jeans and
a windbreaker to protect against the late winter chill. “The name’s Bill.” He said as he rubbed
at his legs from within his pockets.
“Hell
of a night to bury a body eh?” The other said nothing. It was the time of night that bordered
very early morning, the time when the world around is either asleep or dead. “Might as well show you where the hole
is” Bill continued and turned toward the trail close by. During the daylight hours, the state
park was relatively serene and peaceful.
Once the sun fell past the horizon however, it was as different as two
sides of a coin. Dark and frightening, it gave off a feeling like one would get
in an old abandoned graveyard.
Such a feeling came with good reason: many victims of organized crime
had been buried here, and tonight was no different. Bill had been asked by the city’s major syndicate to meet
this gentleman here to help dispose of a body. It was considered an even trade for an unpaid debt.
The
main trail wound around the state park like a giant serpent, looping and
turning left and right, but never once forking with the exception of a few deer
trails. Bill stopped abruptly in
front of one such minor off shoot and turned. “It’s right up this way a couple feet. Once I show you the spot I’m done. We’re good.” Cesar still said
nothing. “All I’m saying is
remember how to get back is all.”
With that he started up the small path with Cesar right behind. The make shift grave didn’t take long to
find. It rested between three pine
saplings, with a spade stabbed into a pile of loose earth next to the hole. Bill turned to Cesar again. “Well that’s it then. It’s over, so give my regards to your
boss. You think you’ll find your
way back okay?”
Cesar
finally replied. “Shouldn’t be too
hard. I only have to go back once.” Before the statement could register
with Bill, Cesar drove a knife right into his throat and pulled it down to the
tip of his chest. He laid Bill’s
body in the open grave, showering the corpse with fresh earth. After firmly patting the soft soil
down, he slung the spade over his shoulder, and began his lonely walk back
through the night’s fog.
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