The bird watcher recorded the Fairview truck returning as it cruised back up the dirt road to the barn. Must be another load, he thought. Unusual though. Just how much fertilizer did they need up there? Then silence. Apart from wildlife. He poured the last of his coffee into his cup and settled back down to watch.
Mason couldn’t be bothered to remove the body from the Fairview tanker. He would rest up the next few hours before heading back into town to join the early crowds outside the stadium. Plenty of time to stop off in a motel john and freshen up. He had to look good for the TV cameras when his masterpiece was on show.
He gave Jake and Anna another dose of Rohypnol, so he could sleep easy. They’d been sedated for most of the time and weren’t causing him any hassle. Just as well, or he’d have started on them, have a little taste of what was to come later. He felt a hardness growing, but resisted the temptation to fondle the girl.
For a while.
He woke up early afternoon, with the sun on the wane, and prepared to leave. He zipped up Anna’s jeans with his semen stains, and double dosed them both to make certain they were going nowhere, even added shots of cheap supermarket whisky to render them unconscious until he got back. Then he dragged them out the back and dumped them in the limo trunk and locked it. Just in case.
By four o’clock he was mixed in with the stadium crowds, complete with a Bees scarf and cap. The game was scheduled to start at four-thirty, and already the cheerleaders were out on the pitch. The scalped ticket was costly, but he had a seat high in the terraces with an uninterrupted view of the playing field. More to the point, no one had recognized him. If the game followed the normal schedule it would be finished around seven thirty, maybe a few minutes later.