Then I used them to disguise the blanket while I moved it. Since there was still a pile of fill dirt outside the newest greenhouse, I used it to level...the floor of the older greenhouse. Then I replaced the gravel and dirt over the hole.Yes Lucy might notice it, but she wasn’t going to know what I did with the body. That was the purpose of the morning’s work. I drove onto an old county highway bridge over the New River. It was over a place with a fast moving current. Which meant Jarrett was. It’s been a while since I’ve been over there, but that makes sense. I can kind of remember seeing you bouncing around the stacks with your name tag on.”“Bouncing?” she asked, laughing.“Yeah, you look like you’d have a pep in your step.”Gina shook her head, laughed again and said, “That’s very observant of you, Jake,” and took another sip of wine. “So, what does Jake do when he’s not reading books?”“For fun, I surf. For work, I run boat charters, mostly fishing and dive trips, touristy things. "We talked late into the night, we reminisced about all the good times, the trips to 'The Womb', the fish we caught and the ones we lost. Mum thought it would be a good idea to take the motor home back there after the funeral. To take stock of our lives. My job was only a casual one so I wouldn't have any trouble getting the time off.The funeral was a full military one, they carried Dad's coffin on a gun carriage. His slouch hat, swagger stick, medals and ribbons were displayed on the. Ihad trusted her and thought her a friend and... dammit, I had trustedthat bitch!Loss: everything I had built up and tried to be these past five years,gone in a scant few weeks, wasted and thrown away for nothing--my life,my strength, my friends. Every effort to leave behind a violent childhoodundone as I slept.Fear: nearly mind-numbing, at what I had become, the kind of life thisbody forced me into, the seeming permanency of it all.Gradually my trembling subsided and the mental torrent quieted.