While a decent person, he had other issues…
Mostly, he couldn’t mind his own business. That was problematic on the island. If people died, the Sanse said to turn heads, but this cop…
Not.
So.
Much.
Instead, they had to watch, and attempt to rectify what had been done.
That was the problem.
Someone couldn’t take a warning to heart.
So this was what would happen.
As he finished cleaning up after his little get-together, dragging the recycling can to the curb for the garbage in the morning, it was when he came back into the yard that it was time to move.
It was now or never.
For both parties involved.
When the man turned his back, making sure that the firepit that had been burning brightly a few hours ago was finally out, that’s when the shadow left the darkness of the trees, and took care of business.
QUICKLY.
With one strike, the man went down, crumbling into a pile of limbs. It was then that he was silenced with that soaked rag.
Not a peep was made, and no one was any the wiser that he was contained.
Yeah, he should be ashamed of himself. That was a little too easy.
Or maybe it was getting easier with each one.
That was a possibility.
Now came the difficult part. It was time to transport him to the place where he’d be handled.
Getting him there would be tricky, but by the time it was done, the Sanse would be given the credit, and this man would be gone.
As in deceased.
Grabbing him by the legs, it was easy to drag him toward his own vehicle, that was parked not far away.
Then, it would be a matter of taking him for a little drive—a not-so-scenic one. Then, his car would go missing, and no one would be any the wiser.
Again.
For this man was about to meet his maker, and in the darkness of the night, he would be made the next sacrifice.
It was a necessary one for the shadow in the darkness.
After all, those tracks wouldn’t cover themselves.
For the Voudon was going to get the glory.
Once more.
