Dead To Rights - Episode 4
by Catherine Dale
Aurora drags Tia out the back door and across the lawn strewn with auto parts.
They crouch behind a half-crumpled car, then peek back toward the house.
Why didn’t Grandpa Hurley come?
They must have seen his truck, so they know he’s home.
If he had run, they would’ve chased him.
We need to call the police.
She lifts up her phone, but Aurora catches her hand.
You heard what Zachary said.
He’s been working for them.
They might have MADE him do it, but he did it.
If they get caught, he’ll be in trouble, too.
I don’t care! If they killed Kieran —
We need a hell of a lot more evidence than just some texts from a spirit before anybody believes us about that.
I just hope Zachary has the sense to —
She breaks off as the sound of yelling reaches them from the house.
Most of the words are indistinct, but it’s they can hear Grandpa Hurley bellow:
“He was my grandson!”
Oh, no. Zachary —
She stands up and starts toward the back door.
Tia grabs her hand and pulls her back.
Then they hear two loud popping noises coming from the house.
Aurora gasps and starts off again, but Tia firmly grabs her arm.
What are you going to do?
If you get there, and they have guns, what CAN you do?
Aurora is fighting to find something to say when the back door bangs open.
Both women duck as a strange man strides out.
He takes a quick look around, then heads for the big shed at the side of the yard.
The women peek around the edge of the car.
They see him emerge from the shed with two cans of gasoline
What’s going on?
Tia starts texting.
Can you see anything, Kieran? What’s happening?
Is Grandpa Hurley okay?
Stay where you are. Stay quiet. It’s not good.
Did they kill him?
At least it was quick for him.
Now they’re splashing the gas around.
I think they’re going to burn the place.
Tia turns to Aurora.
Do you have your phone with you? It won’t hurt to call the police now.
Aurora’s face crumples as she realizes what this means.
But she starts dialing.
She speaks to the police in the background as Tia continues texting.
What are they doing? Are they still there?
They’re dragging him — his body — out of the house.
Putting it in the back of his truck.
I guess they need to take it somewhere to get rid of it.
They’ll burn the house to get rid of evidence.
But it wouldn’t be enough to burn a body.
Oh my god! They’ll take it to the same place, right?
The same place they took you?
If we follow them, we’ll find your — you. We’ll find you.
Yeah, you’ll find my body.
But it’s too dangerous. Let the police handle this.
What are they going to do by the time they get here?
We can’t say who those men are!
We can’t say where they’re going.
If we don’t follow them now, how will the police ever find them — or you?
It doesn’t matter.
Mom and Dad already lost one kid — they can’t lose another. Stay hidden.
How far away from me can you get?
Can you follow them and tell us where to go?
I don’t think so.
I can — I can feel Grandpa Hurley, kind of.
But he’s so confused, so angry.
He’s all the bad things that are trying to take me over.
I don’t want to follow that. I don’t think I should.
Okay. You stay with me, and I’ll follow them at a safe distance.
There IS no safe distance.
But Tia doesn’t listen to him. She turns to Aurora, who’s still on the phone.
They’re taking Grandpa Hurley’s — I’m sorry — his body.
They’re taking his body somewhere.
I need to follow them to see where they go. You stay here and —
I’m not staying anywhere.
She’s still crying and her eyes are wide with shock.
But her voice is level.
She’s clearly pulling strength from some deep reserve.
It might not last, but at least for the moment she’s gotten control of herself.
His spirit will still be tied to his body.
And it will need help passing over after such a shocking death.
I can help him.
But those men are dangerous.
We should take your car.
You drive, I’ll keep talking to the cops, let them know what direction we’re headed.
Tia’s phone beeps.
Now do you see how frustrating it is, trying to talk to someone who won’t listen?
Now do you still think I’m a rule-follower who won’t take risks?
Don’t do this as a dare, T!
I’m not. I’m doing what needs to be done.
Aurora, let’s go.
They creep around the hood of the car and toward the driveway.
They watch from behind a pile of tires as Grandpa Hurley’s truck backs out, driven by a stranger.
Another man crouches and holds his lighter to the ground.
Soon a trail of flame runs along the gas-soaked ground to the house.
The man watches a few moments to be sure the fire has caught.
Then he jogs to a black SUV and peels out.
If they split up, we follow the pickup.
Yes. We follow Zachary.
The two women run to Tia’s car, jump in, and start out after the pickup.
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