Page 44 of Two Times the Mountain Men
Chapter 16
Tyler
“What in the fuck do we do with two dead criminals?” I asked Brock, running a hand through my hair while looking at the two dead men, who were in the process of saturating the floor with their blood. “We just can’t keep them here. They need to be gone before Genevieve wakes up.”
“They need to be gone before they ruin our floor.”
I groaned. I hadn’t even gotten as far as considering the wood floor that was drinking in the sticky substance like a dehydrated man in a desert. “That’s also an issue, I’ll agree.”
“It’s not like we can call the sheriff and have them removed. But I do get that they can’t stay here.”
“Fuck!”
“What?” Brock looked up at me curiously.
“If we move them, we’d be disturbing a crime scene.”
“What crime scene? They broke in, tried to kill us, but we got them first. I think Sheriff Duncan will understand. These were hardened criminals. Murderers. I don’t think they’d care, to be honest. We did the community a favor.”
“If we’re lucky we might be able to get to town sometime tomorrow.” The snow had stopped several hours ago, and the sky was clear. It would take a very long time plowing our way back to town, and considering we wouldn’t be able to see where the dirt road was it would make it a frustrating journey, but it was doable. It was too dark to risk it tonight.
Brock nodded. I could see he’d come up with plan before he even spoke. “Exactly. We’d have to plow our way though anyhow tomorrow if it was indeed the end of the storm. Here’s my suggestion.”
I cocked a brow, crossing my arms over my chest.
“They aren’t going to get the coroner’s truck up here for a while; even if we plow the roads with the truck, there’s too much of a climb. So I think we need to get some tarps from the shed, wrap them up in it and then store the bodies in the shed. Clean the floors and make it spick-and-span for when Genevieve wakes up. In the morning, we load the bodies into the bed of the truck and drop them off to the sheriff tomorrow.
I wasn’t entirely sure of how I felt about the plan, but it was about as good as it was going to get. “For fuck’s sakes. Okay, let me go get the tarps.”
I pulled on a pair of boots and jacket, which I didn’t even bother to zip up. The faster I got the tarps the faster I could get this done and over with. Opening the door, I got hit with a gust of cold wind and snow. Thankfully, the snow was just from the wind blowing it around and not more falling. The sky was perfectly clear. At least that was over.
Closing the door, I made my way to the shed and a couple minutes later I had a couple of orange tarps large enough to fit the men, and rope to secure it around them, and was making my way back to the cabin. Never in my life did I figure I’d have to do something like this.
Re-entering the cabin, I closed the door behind me and was surprised to see that Brock already had water boiling to mop with and a variety of cleaners to use for the process. The pools of blood under both men had gotten larger. The faster we got those assholes burritoed the better.
“Great. Let’s start with the one with the beard first, then take the bald dude.”
Walking over to the guy that Brock was standing next to. I dropped the tarps next to the corpse and I laughed despite myself.
“What’s so funny?” The look on his face said he wasn’t amused.
“Did you ever think that you’d go from being an Olympic athlete to wrapping dead felons in tarps and loading them into the shed?”
Brock still didn’t laugh. “No, can’t say I anticipated this turn of events. I suspect I’ve made some seriously bad life choices. How about you give me a hand there, chuckles.”
“Yeah.” I gave my head a shake; this was hardly a laughing matter. “Better laugh then cry, right?”
“Yeah. Keep telling yourself that.”
Bending, I flatted out of the tarps on the floor and the two of us set to work giftwrapping both of the men. Fuck. There really was no rest for the wicked.
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Genevieve
Nightmares. The nightmares came over and over, waking me throughout the night, but each time I awoke one of my gorgeous men was there to hold and comfort me. How I got so lucky I would never know. By the time the morning came and sunshine began to peek through the blinds the previous night was itself nothing more than a nightmare. Or at least that was what I’d convinced myself.
“Hey baby, it’s time to get up. We have a lot to do today and the sooner we start the better.” Brock’s voice broke into my dream state and forced me awake.
