well that I could scarcely believe it.
We had trouble cutting up the coat. All our scissors were fairly blunt and didn’t want to go through the thick material but an hour later it was in small enough pieces to feed into the fire. Sandra sat in front of the glow putting in the bits one at a time, making sure each one had been reduced to ashes before dropping in the next.
“I’ll go and pay the money back into the bank tomorrow.” I said as I sat watching her.
“I’ve been thinking about that,” She answered as she fed another piece into the flames. “If you hadn’t done what you did and you had given the money to the blackmailers instead, we would have had almost nothing left.”
Sandra turned and looked at the bundles of notes that we had pushed to one side of the floor. “We would have been minus seventy five thousand pounds. Now we’re better off by that amount. It’s like; well it’s like winnings, like we’ve won the lottery or something, like a bonus. Why don’t we spend it?”
“It’s our life savings,” I argued.
She looked at me with a new firmer expression. “But we may not have had it had you not been so brave, so determined. In the bank it’s just numbers on an account, you don’t even think of it as money but when you see it like that, in twenty pound notes it suddenly becomes real. Christ we’re rich and we could have been poor. We’ve changed. Two weeks ago we were an ordinary couple living ordinary lives, now look at us, between us we have killed three people. We’re like a modern version of Bonnie and Clyde. Let’s go a little wild, let’s spend at least some of the money.”
I had to agree with her that we could have easily been minus the seventy five thousand. “I suppose you could have a couple of thousand and get some really nice outfits.”
Sandra joined in enthusiastically. “You could have that new set of Ping golf clubs you’ve been hankering after and we could go on a really exotic holiday to the States or Mexico or Barbados.”
“I think you’ve just won me over,” I said and we giggled like a couple of naughty children.
Sandra fed another piece of cloth to the flames. “When this is done I’m going to start looking for hotels. We don’t have to search for the cheapest, or the most economical, or the most sensible like we usually do, we can have the most expensive. We can have the best. We could be sitting here now with next to nothing. Let’s enjoy the fruits of your labour.”
Eight
While Sandra was burning the rest of the pieces of material I took the car to the nearest carwash. It was her suggestion. Although I thought it was unnecessary it did make sense to have the Ford thoroughly cleaned to remove any bits of mud or grit that could have come from the forest. I chose the super de-lux wash, the most expensive, as I was certain that would remove any traces of evidence.
When I got home Sandra had finished burning the coat and had put the money in my wardrobe under a pile of sweaters. We didn’t have a safe and she thought that the wardrobe was a good place to hide it.
“It’s the first place a burglar would look,” I commented when she told me where she had put it.
“Then you had better go into Folkestone and buy a safe, a good strong one.” It was clear from her tone that she did not want the money paid back into the bank. Somehow she seemed more energised, hyper, and I wondered if it was it the sight of the cash or the fact that I had killed two people that was spurring her on to this new level of action. The quiet, indecisive, sometimes panicky Sandra was changing into a more assertive self-assured woman.
After taking some money from our pile I went into town and bought a safe. It was a solid, heavy item and when I got home I had to get Sandra’s help to lift it out of the car and carry it indoors. I then spent a chunk of the day reading the fixing instructions that came with it and bolting it securely to a solid
We had trouble cutting up the coat. All our scissors were fairly blunt and didn’t want to go through the thick material but an hour later it was in small enough pieces to feed into the fire. Sandra sat in front of the glow putting in the bits one at a time, making sure each one had been reduced to ashes before dropping in the next.
“I’ll go and pay the money back into the bank tomorrow.” I said as I sat watching her.
“I’ve been thinking about that,” She answered as she fed another piece into the flames. “If you hadn’t done what you did and you had given the money to the blackmailers instead, we would have had almost nothing left.”
Sandra turned and looked at the bundles of notes that we had pushed to one side of the floor. “We would have been minus seventy five thousand pounds. Now we’re better off by that amount. It’s like; well it’s like winnings, like we’ve won the lottery or something, like a bonus. Why don’t we spend it?”
“It’s our life savings,” I argued.
She looked at me with a new firmer expression. “But we may not have had it had you not been so brave, so determined. In the bank it’s just numbers on an account, you don’t even think of it as money but when you see it like that, in twenty pound notes it suddenly becomes real. Christ we’re rich and we could have been poor. We’ve changed. Two weeks ago we were an ordinary couple living ordinary lives, now look at us, between us we have killed three people. We’re like a modern version of Bonnie and Clyde. Let’s go a little wild, let’s spend at least some of the money.”
I had to agree with her that we could have easily been minus the seventy five thousand. “I suppose you could have a couple of thousand and get some really nice outfits.”
Sandra joined in enthusiastically. “You could have that new set of Ping golf clubs you’ve been hankering after and we could go on a really exotic holiday to the States or Mexico or Barbados.”
“I think you’ve just won me over,” I said and we giggled like a couple of naughty children.
Sandra fed another piece of cloth to the flames. “When this is done I’m going to start looking for hotels. We don’t have to search for the cheapest, or the most economical, or the most sensible like we usually do, we can have the most expensive. We can have the best. We could be sitting here now with next to nothing. Let’s enjoy the fruits of your labour.”
Eight
While Sandra was burning the rest of the pieces of material I took the car to the nearest carwash. It was her suggestion. Although I thought it was unnecessary it did make sense to have the Ford thoroughly cleaned to remove any bits of mud or grit that could have come from the forest. I chose the super de-lux wash, the most expensive, as I was certain that would remove any traces of evidence.
When I got home Sandra had finished burning the coat and had put the money in my wardrobe under a pile of sweaters. We didn’t have a safe and she thought that the wardrobe was a good place to hide it.
“It’s the first place a burglar would look,” I commented when she told me where she had put it.
“Then you had better go into Folkestone and buy a safe, a good strong one.” It was clear from her tone that she did not want the money paid back into the bank. Somehow she seemed more energised, hyper, and I wondered if it was it the sight of the cash or the fact that I had killed two people that was spurring her on to this new level of action. The quiet, indecisive, sometimes panicky Sandra was changing into a more assertive self-assured woman.
After taking some money from our pile I went into town and bought a safe. It was a solid, heavy item and when I got home I had to get Sandra’s help to lift it out of the car and carry it indoors. I then spent a chunk of the day reading the fixing instructions that came with it and bolting it securely to a solid
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