Advantage: Part 1

“Well, that just happened,” Christopher Harvey said, smiling from ear to ear. He scanned his watch. Six twenty-one. He looked back up at his partner in crime, the serial killer, Racquet Smasher.

“Man, you’re a Muppet,” Racquet Smasher scoffed, snatching the towel out of his hand. “How on earth you got into this cult with your brain of yours, I have no idea.”

“This isn’t a cult!” he exclaimed, hands on hips, watching her start mopping up the bloody mess.

“It’s a damn cult,” snapped Racquet. Racquet had sloppily cleaned up the mess. “Quick standing around with your finger up your arse and hurry up. We don’t have long!”

“Jeez, you’re in a pissy mood,” muttered Christopher.

He got down on his knees and began cleaning up the bloodied mess. They had gone through most of the towels from the cupboard.

“What’re we going to do with the towels?” Christopher asked.

“Stick them up your arse,” Racquet spat. She mopped up the last of the mess. “We have no time to chit-chat.”

Dora Harvey, a middle-aged lady, had been shoved into a suitcase and waiting to be stuffed into the boot of Christopher’s car. Where they were going to dump her body, was still unknown, but the original crime scene had to be scrubbed clean.

“Why was she murdered, again?” Christopher asked, as he wandered through the kitchen.

“Do you ever shut up?” Racquet sighed, looking at the pile of towels that needed to be disposed. Six twenty-seven.

“Does Ben satisfy you?”

Racquet ignored the question. “Can you get your car, please?”

“Shame about James,” Christopher prodded. “Nice chap.”

Christopher backtracked to get one more look at Racquet. Racquet wasn’t in the mood for any funny tricks and if looks could kill, Christopher would be joining Dora’s body in the suitcase.

“Alright,” he said, barricading himself as he walked out the door adjacent to the garage. “Your royal highness, I’m getting the pumpkin.”

Racquet threw the gloves onto the pile of the towels and walked out into the garage, adjacent the house. Christopher had already opened up the garage door. Racquet noticed a road-block in the plan – Dora’s neighbour, Fred Wilkins, pottering in the front yard.

“Shit!”

Racquet slipped in behind a stand-alone cupboard, narrowly missing out on being seen from Fred. The sound of a rusting motor filled the air and Racquet looked out down the driveway to see Christopher, reversing up the driveway. Just in time, Fred caught a glimpse of the suspicious Christopher and waved him down.

“And you are?” Fred asked, having a good look in Christopher’s car.

“You must be the neighbour nosy-parker,” Christopher said, sarcastically. “Shouldn’t you be worrying about what pansies you’re gonna plant next?”

“Is that an insult?”

“It’s whatever you want it to be, sir,” giggled Christopher. “Run along now.”

He reversed the car into the garage and as the door went down, Christopher used a shooing gesture, to fob him off.

“Thanks for blowing our move,” Racquet snapped. The two hurriedly threw the body and the towels into the boot. “I bet Fred’s going to be ringing the cops now.”

“Fred’s probably still walking up the friggin’ garden path to his backdoor,” snapped Christopher. “That man moves slower than a snail on heat.”

“Do you know him now?” Racquet scoffed.

“Oh yeah,” Christopher said, straight-faced. “My granddad and him go way back.”

Racquet slammed the door shut and did one more look over the house. Wasn’t the best clean but then again, the boss didn’t give much of a huge timeframe to do it in. Christopher scanned his watch again. Three minutes to go.

“Quick Racquet!” Christopher said, out the window. “We gotta bounce!”

The garage door went up and Christopher started the car up. Racquet finished looking around the house and closed the door, jumping into the car. Fred was nowhere to be seen. Christopher pressed the garage remote control button and the door started to whizz, and close. He threw the remote out the window, into the garden. The two had to escape. Just as they came to the intersection, a familiar black 4WD turned into the street.

The son had arrived.