Free Buzzard Bay by Bob Ferguson Page A

back of the van. It was about midnight when they got to Bill and Hania Shonavon’s place. They shut out the van’s lights and idled around to the back of his yard. The only light on in the house was from one of the bedroom windows. Henekie got the spare key out of Bill’s shop, and they let themselves into the house.
    It was quite a surprise when they got to the bedroom. Bill was on top of Hania, their passion left no room for what was going on around them. Bill didn’t know what hit him. Hania saw them and let out a short scream, but then she was kind of doing that anyway.
    “Get them in the body bags and let’s get to hell out of here,” Ginter told them.
    “Nice tits,” one of the men named Alf said running his hands over Hania’s dead body.
    Henekie had watched Alf around dead people before and knew it didn’t have to be a woman to get him excited. “Don’t you touch her, Alf, or I’ll personally cut out your balls.”
    Alf laughed, “Trouble with you, Henekie, is you don’t know how to have fun.”
    Henekie just shook his head and left the room. Alf helped the other guys put the bodies in the bags. He was zipping up the woman when he saw the gold necklace. He looked around to make sure no one was watching, took it off her, and then put it in his vest pocket.
    It was colder than hell; none of them were used to this, and they all wanted it done so they could get out of this damn country. They hadn’t been worried about a thing, all five of them just walked up to Green’s house.
    “He’s probably upstairs,” Ginter said. “Either that or he’s on the couch.” Ginter pointed to the two men on his left. “You go around front when you’re ready to go in, just tell me on the radio. We’ll go through the windows, hit the lights, check the downstairs, and then we’ll go up.” It was about thirty seconds later that they heard the bark. They all froze. Ginter quickly whispering into the radio, “What was that?”
    “Albert got him,” was the reply. “We saw the doghouse and went to check it out, but the dog wasn’t in it. He was on the doorstep. We didn’t see him in time.”
    “Okay,” Ginter replied. “If a light comes on, we’ll know where he is.” They had never seen the moon so bright; it was like working under stadium lights. Nothing appeared to move, and no lights came on in the house. “Let’s go,” Ginter gave the order, and they went in. It took only seconds to gain the upstairs landing. There were four rooms heading off the landing. Two had their doors closed. Ginter turned on the landing light; there was no noise coming from any of the rooms. He moved to one of the closed doors, opened it, and went in. Henekie went to the other, opened it, and went in. It was empty.
    “Anything?” he heard Ginter say.
    “No,” he shouted back. They quickly checked the other two rooms then began to turn on lights thinking Green was hiding somewhere. They could hear the others searching the downstairs as they searched upstairs.
    Ginter turned on the light in the room Bob had been in and saw the open window. He quickly saw the tracks on the edge on the kitchen roof.
    “He’s outside,” he yelled.
    “Probably on the kitchen roof! He climbed out onto the roof.”
    Henekie followed him. They followed the tracks across the roof and in the moonlight could easily see where Green had jumped off. Albert came scrambling around the corner below. Everybody was pretty tense, and they almost shot him.
    “He’s gone over the hill.” Ginter called to Albert as the other two joined him.
    “He won’t last long in this cold. He’ll run until he sweats up, and then he’ll freeze.” Ginter ordered Albert to go get their parkas from the van.
    “No use us freezing too,” he said. By the time Albert came back with the coats, he had decided what to do.
    “Henekie and Albert are coming with me,” Ginter said. “Alf, you take Metro and sit in the van. If he tries to cross the road, you’ll be able to