The Blood Barn (Book #2 in trilogy)

Chapter 22: Bloody Hay

With dead bodies littering the front yard and there being very little light to see, I went back inside the house to grab a flashlight and put on my work shoes. I exited the house, pointing the light directly in front of me to make sure I avoided the bodies so I didn't trip over them as I made my way to the storage building.

Unlocking the door, I flipped on the lights and looked around. It was not ideal to store dead bodies in a place so clean with little hiding places, but at least I would be able to lock the door.

"Baby, what are we doing with them?" Asked Marta as she stepped inside and joined me in the brainstorm. I looked down at her feet and noticed she was only wearing socks.

Still facing the other way I replied, "I would like to dispose of them, but I can't exactly toss all three of them into the trunk of the Lexus."

"We could if I cut them up," she suggested.

Turning around I pointed with my finger and barked, "No!" I lowered my finger as I realized I was losing my cool a bit. I sighed, then tried responding again. "No," I replied calmly. "We can't do that right now, we don't have the time, nor the place set up for it. The mess would take forever to clean up and I need to get to bed. We need a quick and effective solution right now and we'll deal with it later."

"But, baby, what if someone shows up?" Her question was valid, but I doubted anyone would come snooping around so quickly.

"I don't think anyone will," I assured her, placing my hands on her shoulders, careful not to put too much pressure on her bandaged one.

"So what are we going to do, baby?"

"We are going to carry them into the barn and hide them under the hay." I dropped my hands to my sides before adding, "That's all we can do for now and it will have to suffice for one day."

"But, baby, tomorrow I might be gone back to prison. What are you going to do if I am not here?"

I hadn't really thought about that.

Well now seems like an ideal time to do so, Sam. Take a few seconds and visualize yourself struggling to dispose of bodies like Marta had done with Martin's.

Sighing, I furled my brow. "I'm not sure, baby. But as long as you don't get in trouble and you go back to prison without someone being suspicious, I will figure something out on my own."

Like burying them in the nearby forest?

Exactly, but I'd rather not have to drag dead bodies around. And Marta doesn't need to know that's my backup plan.

"Well, baby, we should start moving them then."

"Yes we should," I agreed, following her out of the storage building with the flashlight.

Before we began moving the bodies, I ran over to the barn and turned on the overhead lights that hung from the rafters. The barn might have been dirty, but once we added a splash of red to it with the dead bodies, I would soon realize it was relatively clean for just housing a cow and gang of barn cats.

I walked out of the barn and then returned to the bodies, pointing the light beam at all three men in turn to figure out who we should move first. After a quick logical debate in my head, I decided we would pick up the man I shot first since he seemed to be lightest of them all.

"Save the heavy one for last so we don't use up all our strength," I instructed, sliding the flashlight into my pocket.

Grunting as I lifted from his armpits, Marta picked him up by his feet. I managed to shuffle backward toward the barn and not trip, somehow navigating successfully inside without incident.