CHAPTER ELEVEN

 

 

BACK AT HOME after her run to the rock quarry, Mary Jo put back on the fake fingerprint gloves and pulled out two more black garbage bags full of weekly trash from the kitchen, including a bunch of stuff she had tossed out of the fridge after wiping prints and putting the fake prints on the stuff.

She got the rifle from the car and broke it down and put parts in three bags, wearing her fake fingerprint gloves as she did.

Then she took parts of her costume and spread them through the garbage as well. And she made sure that there was nothing in the bags that would lead to her in this home in any fashion.

Next, she headed back to the landfill, made some mention to the man taking her money that it was her second trip because she was cleaning house. He didn’t care. He was about to close up for the night.

She tossed the three bags over the edge and into the stinking mess of the landfill.

A moment later the large grader covered all three with a layer of dirt.

She could feel the slight relief and excitement course through her.

A job finished.

Her tracks completely covered.

Nothing could lead anyone back to her for the deaths today.

So Mary Jo headed home once again.

She had played the happy wife for the last year, now she had a new part to play for a while.

She had to play the part of the grieving widow.

Sam’s wife would be grieving as well tonight.