Free Killer Reunion by G. A. McKevett Page A

cliff and the lake beyond.
    Dirk paused, his pants half on, and listened. “No. I didn’t.”
    â€œWell, I did. Loud and clear.”
    â€œMy ears are still ringing.”
    â€œRinging?”
    He chuckled. “Yeah. A few minutes ago, this woman was screaming lusty obscenities in my ear. It’s gonna take a while for me to get my hearing back.”
    Normally, she might have chuckled and uttered yet another dirty sweet nothing for his benefit, but she was sure of what she’d heard.
    She got out of the car, wearing only her bra and panties and Marietta’s heels, and walked over to the cliff’s edge. Peering over the embankment, she saw only still, dark water, sparkling with a fine dusting of moon silver.
    Dirk joined her, buttoning up his shirt and stuffing the tails of it into his trousers. “Normally, I wouldn’t complain, because you look pretty hot there, kiddo,” he said, giving her a long, lascivious body scan up and down. “But are you at all concerned that somebody might see you?”
    â€œWho? The frogs? The snakes? The alligators?”
    â€œYeah, okay. Never mind.”
    The moon began to disappear behind some thick, ominous-looking clouds, so she had to strain to see any movement on the water, on the shore, on the road below.
    Then she saw it. A set of lights. Taillights. One red light on each side.
    On the right, a second red light shone momentarily next to the red taillight, then went dark just as the car disappeared around the curve at the bottom of the hill.
    â€œThere! Did you see that?” She grabbed Dirk’s arm. “There was a car on the road.”
    He looked where she was pointing and shook his head. “Sorry, babe. I didn’t see anything. But after tonight’s festivities, I suppose we might not be the only ones up here cleaning the pipes. Old acquaintances renewed and all that stuff.”
    â€œAnd the splash?” she asked.
    â€œMaybe it was a fish.”
    â€œIt must’ve been a really big fish. Like Jaws or Moby Dick.”
    Suddenly, Savannah felt a large cold drop of water on her shoulder. Then another. Within seconds, it was as though they were standing in a giant shower with the tap turned on full force.
    They raced back to the car, slipping and sliding on the muddy Georgia clay. By the time they dove into the automobile, they were thoroughly soaked.
    â€œAt least I have some dry clothes to put on,” Savannah said, reaching into the backseat for her dress. “You, on the other hand, look like a drowned rat in a suit.”
    He was holding up one leg, then the other, looking at the mud splattered all over his trousers. “Yeah, yeah. Just tell me this Podunk town has a dry cleaner.”
    Indignant, she replied, “Of course. Do you really think we wouldn’t have at least a couple of . . .” She sighed. “Okay, there’s one. Three towns over.”
    â€œThat’s what I figured,” he grumbled as he started the car and turned the windshield wipers on full speed.
    As he began to navigate down the hill toward the main road, the vehicle slipped sideways, off the pavement and into the weeds. After the third slide, his mutterings and grumblings turned to full-fledged cursing as the car’s tires spun in the mud.
    â€œI wouldn’t say it was a bad idea, coming up here with you,” he said, “’cause we had a lot of fun. But let’s just say, this sudden monsoon is a pain in the ass, and the thrill’s fading fast.”
    â€œI tend to agree,” she replied. “Only it’s not the rain that has dampened my spirits. I can’t get over that noise I heard.”
    â€œWhat? That so-called splash?”
    â€œIt wasn’t ‘so-called.’ It was a splash. A big one. And I think it came from right around there,” she said, pointing to an area ahead and to the right of the road.
    Like the place farther up the hill where lovers enjoyed