the phone conversations were under surveillance. They were able to track him down in only a few days. At the time, it seemed implausibly stupid that someone on the lam would be giving out his or her location on the phone. Devin said to Beth almost jokingly, “If either of us is ever in real trouble, let’s not talk about it over the phone. Just say ‘meet me where we did that thing that one time.’”
Beth either took it more seriously than he expected, or she could have just been playing along. “Okay, where do we meet, then?”
Devin thought about it for a minute, “I don’t know, how about at the rope swing by the quarry?”
“Ooh, that’s perfect.” Beth said. “It’s all secluded and mysterious.”
While they shared a good laugh about that at the time, he hoped that she would remember it. The fact that she hadn’t called him back made him think that she had.
Devin worked his way quickly back up the driveway and made the left back onto Turner Road. The silver BMW was on the side of the road, facing the opposite direction. His mind was elsewhere at the time, so he hardly noticed it. The quarry was a couple of miles north of 62. It was about a ten minute drive from their house, but it can seem to take considerably longer when you have a corpse at home in your garage and a wife who has just said to you ‘ I’ve done something horrible … I don’t know what to do … I don’t know if she’s okay…’. Or so Devin was now finding out. Especially when you are actually travelling at the posted thirty-five mile per hour speed limit.
When Devin arrived at the quarry, his was the only car there. He turned off his lights and got out of the car. He watched the moon reflect off the still water as he waited for Beth. The calm of the water was doing his nerves some good. If only the water was deeper or darker, this would be a great place to hide a body , he thought to himself.
What they called ‘ the quarry’ was actually a small, natural lake created by a creek running through some very soft earth. Limestone maybe? He knew once, but couldn’t remember for sure. The pattern of erosion left the walls sheer and the shape was almost too angular for natural occurrence. People who saw it generally assumed it was a reclaimed mining quarry, which was how it got its nickname. If you were to look at it on a map, it was called Turner Lake.
He was there for two or three minutes before he saw a car tearing up the road like a bat out of hell. The car showed no sign of slowing until it was almost on him, then the brakes locked up and it skidded to a stop in a marvelous cloud of dust. Beth jumped out and ran over to him screaming frantically.
It was difficult to make out any words in the fit of screaming coming out of Beth. She threw her arms about wildly as she tried to yell every word at once.
Devin took her by the shoulders and shook her sharply. “Beth. Beth! Calm down. I can’t understand what you’re saying. You need to calm down.”
Through a veil of tears, Beth continued shouting, but her energy was dying down and Devin was able to make out some of the words. Most notably the word Jezebel.
“What about Jezebel?!”
Beth’s words came more slowly. Her mind convinced her that since Devin made out that word, he must have understood them all.
“You didn’t hear what she said, Devin! She was just so vicious! I didn’t mean to hurt her … Or maybe I did … I don’t know... And when she said she was going to fuck you again and called me a cunt … Why did she have to be so mean?!”
The words were making it into Devin’s head, but he was having trouble putting them together.
“What do you mean you didn’t mean to hurt her ? Beth, what happened?”
“I … I pushed her. And then I thought maybe she was hurt, but then she was gone. I don’t know where she is. I don’t know if she’s okay.”
“When did you push her? Where?”
“When she left your room at The Place.”
The words smashed his
Beth either took it more seriously than he expected, or she could have just been playing along. “Okay, where do we meet, then?”
Devin thought about it for a minute, “I don’t know, how about at the rope swing by the quarry?”
“Ooh, that’s perfect.” Beth said. “It’s all secluded and mysterious.”
While they shared a good laugh about that at the time, he hoped that she would remember it. The fact that she hadn’t called him back made him think that she had.
Devin worked his way quickly back up the driveway and made the left back onto Turner Road. The silver BMW was on the side of the road, facing the opposite direction. His mind was elsewhere at the time, so he hardly noticed it. The quarry was a couple of miles north of 62. It was about a ten minute drive from their house, but it can seem to take considerably longer when you have a corpse at home in your garage and a wife who has just said to you ‘ I’ve done something horrible … I don’t know what to do … I don’t know if she’s okay…’. Or so Devin was now finding out. Especially when you are actually travelling at the posted thirty-five mile per hour speed limit.
When Devin arrived at the quarry, his was the only car there. He turned off his lights and got out of the car. He watched the moon reflect off the still water as he waited for Beth. The calm of the water was doing his nerves some good. If only the water was deeper or darker, this would be a great place to hide a body , he thought to himself.
What they called ‘ the quarry’ was actually a small, natural lake created by a creek running through some very soft earth. Limestone maybe? He knew once, but couldn’t remember for sure. The pattern of erosion left the walls sheer and the shape was almost too angular for natural occurrence. People who saw it generally assumed it was a reclaimed mining quarry, which was how it got its nickname. If you were to look at it on a map, it was called Turner Lake.
He was there for two or three minutes before he saw a car tearing up the road like a bat out of hell. The car showed no sign of slowing until it was almost on him, then the brakes locked up and it skidded to a stop in a marvelous cloud of dust. Beth jumped out and ran over to him screaming frantically.
It was difficult to make out any words in the fit of screaming coming out of Beth. She threw her arms about wildly as she tried to yell every word at once.
Devin took her by the shoulders and shook her sharply. “Beth. Beth! Calm down. I can’t understand what you’re saying. You need to calm down.”
Through a veil of tears, Beth continued shouting, but her energy was dying down and Devin was able to make out some of the words. Most notably the word Jezebel.
“What about Jezebel?!”
Beth’s words came more slowly. Her mind convinced her that since Devin made out that word, he must have understood them all.
“You didn’t hear what she said, Devin! She was just so vicious! I didn’t mean to hurt her … Or maybe I did … I don’t know... And when she said she was going to fuck you again and called me a cunt … Why did she have to be so mean?!”
The words were making it into Devin’s head, but he was having trouble putting them together.
“What do you mean you didn’t mean to hurt her ? Beth, what happened?”
“I … I pushed her. And then I thought maybe she was hurt, but then she was gone. I don’t know where she is. I don’t know if she’s okay.”
“When did you push her? Where?”
“When she left your room at The Place.”
The words smashed his
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