Chapter 15 May 25

The sun was almost setting.Today is Billy Wicks' twenty-fourth birthday.But today is still a working day for him.He wandered all afternoon on the sidewalk in front of Li Qi's pawn shop. His job was very simple, just getting into the car and shaking his hands.After dinner, he will move to Ronin's Wharf. After nine o'clock in the evening, the "business" there is better. He met a young girl outside a scone shop this morning.The girl's high breasts and short miniskirt are particularly eye-catching.Her parents and brother ate in the store while she chatted with her girlfriend on the payphone outside.Billy reckoned she was fifteen or sixteen at the most.He walked over to talk to her and asked her if she wanted to have sex, but she agreed without hesitation.Billy asked her to meet under the monster bridge at Ronin's Wharf at nine o'clock in the evening.Then left before the girl's parents came out.Once her parents saw Billy with her, they would immediately understand Billy's intentions and probably give him a good look.

He looked around, saw no police cars, and immediately dodged into the alley.Although it was seventy degrees Fahrenheit, it was at least ten degrees cooler in the shade than in the sun.Billy was shirtless, with a red towel draped around his neck, and a pair of large slippers on his feet. He took out a bundle of banknotes from his trouser pocket and counted them. It was three hundred and sixty dollars in total.He rolled up the money and put it back in his trouser pocket.Two hours of work was not in vain, he thought proudly. He'd bought a new Ford Mustang and a big house in town because of the good cocaine he'd sold in Wildwood.There's a lot of risk in this kind of business, but there's little risk in doing it in a town like Wildwood.

Billy knew he would never be able to be like his father, a 9-to-5 worker, earning a thousand dollars a week to support his family and send his four children to school.Billy sometimes made a thousand dollars a night in the summer, and he was popular in town like a rock star, not a drug dealer at all.All the junkies bought from him, and all the sluts wanted to sleep with him.During the summer, Billy had a different girlfriend almost every night. Billy heard a buzzing overhead and looked up to see a plane with a big banner on its wing.He only looked up and didn't pay attention to the bottom of his feet. He staggered and fell into the sand, his feet were filled with sand, and he hit a dirty thing.He got up and saw that it was Jeremy standing face to face.

"Damn it, you dirty, stupid idiot!" Billy yelled. "You don't have eyes when you walk, you're a dirty pig." Jeremy was used to being called an idiot. He walked around Billy without saying a word, stooped to pick up a discarded glass, and walked into the alley, towards the bay. Billy stood blankly for a minute, trying to control his hands that were trembling with anger, and began to pace up and down, "Damn idiot." He cursed again, and then walked towards the grass in front of Li Qi's pawn shop Kicked.He turned back into the alley to see if Jeremy was still there, but he was already gone.

What a disgusting guy he is, Billy thought angrily, damn it. Jeremy had been caught by the police for voyeurism, and Billy laughed when he thought about it.He was thinking, if this stinking thing peeked at some woman's nipples, would he be disappointed and yell on the spot? He took out a Marlboro and struck a match to light it.The nicotine calmed him down a lot. It was dark when he climbed the slope of the boardwalk.He winked and teased the girls on the side of the road all the way, which drew cheers.Billy was dark and handsome, with thick, bushy hair combed neatly back on his head.He wore a black hat on his head and a heavy gold necklace around his neck.People here are very envious of him, and he knows it in his heart.He has no mid-term exams, no need to support his family with a meager salary, and there is never a shortage of women around him.

Billy's business was usually done on some park bench across from Ronin's Pier.There is a stone-carved devil at the gate of Ronin Wharf. Its green claws are wrapped around the gate of the pier. The eyes made of red light bulbs are flickering, and its long tongue sticks out, as if it is roaring at a little sheep. Showing sharp teeth.Standing behind the gate, he heard the screams of boys and girls and the deafening instrumentation of the Beatles. It will be fully summer in just over a week.In summer, the beach is full of people. He quickly exchanged the packets of cocaine in his pockets for bills.

Billy often prided himself on his shrewdness.He knew a girl who worked in the executive councilor's office and she kept telling Billy when it was time for the "drug cleanup" in town.This seaside town cannot afford the manpower and material resources needed for the "anti-drug" operation, and the help of the state government can only last for a few days. Billy also knows the law.He knew that the police and the court would not be able to convict him of a felony as long as the drug he brought did not exceed five or six packs and did not meet the legal limit of 500 milligrams.He stashed some of the drugs in a crumpled McDonald's Happy Meal bag near his feet.

If he is caught, the judge may consider him to have no criminal record and give him a lighter sentence.Therefore, if it is the first time you are caught, you will probably only be educated and reformed, and the worst thing is to be sentenced to a suspended sentence for a few months.If he ever needed to reconsider the risks of the deal, it would be something he would consider, but so far his business has been going well. Next to him sat a few fat women in bulky Wildwood T-shirts, talking and laughing loudly with giant ice cream cones in their hands.Billy kicked the McDonald's grocery bag into a corner.Then he went to a corner, climbed onto the railing and sat on it.

After another two hours of his business, the girl arrived. She was wearing a white miniskirt with a tight bodice that clung tightly to her breasts and left one shoulder bare.Even Billy, who was used to seeing women, was deeply attracted by her.Her fruit-scented hair was scattered casually on her shoulders, and she carried a small cloth bag on her shoulders.It matched the beige slippers she was wearing on her feet. Billy jumped off the railing, walked towards her pretending to be casual, put his hands on her bare shoulders skillfully, and put his arms around her towards the outside of the pier.

Billy saw a lot of people along the way, the kid who worked at the pet clinic, the fried fish guy, and the old guy with the scar on his neck sitting on the railing.Go dreaming, you shameless old man.He put his hands on the girl's hips and led her away. They walked to the south side of the boardwalk away from the street lights and the crowd, kicked off their slippers, walked slowly on the sand, and finally sat down near the water.The moon was low on the sea, and the waves were gently rippling in front of them.Billy hugged her and kissed her as he stroked her body.The waves washed over their feet, and occasionally a couple passed by, but Billy ignored her and continued to stroke her.

The girl told Billy her name was Tracy Yolande and she was from Nebraska.Both her parents are in the insurance industry.She is a junior high school student and has always hoped to be admitted to a beauty academy.She also told Billy that she would love to live in a big city like St. Paul or Des Moines, and that she would love to have her own car and rent a big house for herself. Tracy told Billy that the family had an early flight to Washington tomorrow morning, and they were due at the airport at seven. Billy took her by the hand all the way back to the boardwalk and then led her into the dark under the boardwalk. He took off her shirt, made her sit on a cushion, knelt down in front of her, and started kissing her until she was completely relaxed.Then he took off her underwear and threw it beside the handbag. Occasionally they heard laughter and footsteps from the sidewalk above, as well as the sound of cars entering and exiting public parking lots and the slamming of doors.Tracy was nervous at first, and Billy lit a cigarette and put it in her mouth, then laid her flat on the sand and licked her belly lightly with his tongue, sliding his lips down her skirt.He reached to undo her belt and cupped her hips in his hands, and Tracy couldn't help moaning loudly, "Billy, I want you." Billy took off his panties, straddled her body with a few quick jerks and ejaculated.He collapsed on top of her, panting. There was the sound of footsteps in the parking lot behind them.Screeching sirens roared down Atlantic Avenue, and footsteps resounded in the street above.Suddenly Tracy heard a sound, much like the sound of a velcro being undone. "What's that sound?" she asked Billy in a low voice. "What?" Billy was still panting. "There's a voice. Listen." He still shook his head, rolled over and slid off her body, and asked, "How are you?" "I'm fine," Tracy replied. Billy sat up and wiped the sand off his back with his hands. "Is my underwear with you?" she asked Billy. Billy fumbled sideways, picked up the underwear and handed it to her. She wiped the sand off her body with the clothes and put them on.The sand was hard and it made her uncomfortable on her chest.Then she crouched down and began brushing the sand off her thighs, looking for her bag and belt as she did so. "You said you were leaving here tomorrow morning, didn't you?" Tracy nodded. "So, look, I gotta see some buddies. Can you go home by yourself?" "No problem. Just give me another cigarette," Tracy said. Billy pulled two cigarettes from his backpack and handed her a box of matches. "Hey, it was fun tonight," he said with a smile. "Yes, I'm happy too." Billy turned and walked into the moonlight, walked up to the steps where he put his slippers, put on his shoes, and walked to Ronin's Pier.Billy was going to meet someone, but not the dudes on the boardwalk.He was going to meet the Vixen Carpenter sisters, who promised him a birthday present in exchange for cocaine. Tracy heard Billy's footsteps fade away, and then everything was quiet again. The air around is also lingering like sex.Tracy continued to brush the sand off her body, thinking maybe she should put the belt in her handbag so it would be more comfortable on the way home.Of course, there might still be sand left on her clothes when she got home. If her mother asked, she would say that she didn't find a companion to play with, so she went to the beach alone to sit.Mother will believe her.Her mother believed whatever Tracy said. She heard the Velcro unfasten again, but this time it sounded closer to her.There's nothing to worry about, she reassured herself.After all, this is the beach, not the big city.Perhaps a mouse or a seagull was pecking at the Dumpster can for food.Even though she thought so, she still couldn't help being a little scared, desperately looking for her bag, and encouraged herself that she would definitely be able to walk out of the beach easily.Just like sitting in the dark just now, she smoked desperately by the starlight.Only God knows that danger is approaching her step by step. "Where is it?" She whispered anxiously, rubbing her hands and looking for her bag in circles. A wave breaks from the sea to the sand, and a siren is heard in the distance on Atlantic Avenue.She continued to grope in the dark.She lightly patted the sand on her body, thinking that she could just go back without that bag, but then she thought, the bag contained her new student ID card, which should not be lost.Time passed by minute by minute, but the bag was still not found. The smell of the air changed in an instant.Tracy sensed an ominous feeling, and she started running forward, wanting to get out of here quickly.Hell, she was so scared that the hairs stood on end.However, just as she was stepping back, an electric light pierced towards her. She felt that her hands and knees were electrocuted, and then a strong electric current spread through her whole body. Her only bit of consciousness told her that she Got electrocuted. The second wave came crashing down upon her, and she buried her face in the sand.After a while, she heard the tearing of the nylon straps again, and someone tied her arms together, then her wrists. A hand grabbed her hair, jerked her head up from the sand, stuffed her mouth and tied her to a stake.Then a loop of duct tape was wrapped around her neck. The whole process only took two minutes. "It's all right now," a man whispered, straddling her lap.Her neck was tied so tightly that she could not move her head at all.With her legs stretched out in front of her, she could see the pale foam washed up by the waves. It was hard to see the man's face, her eyes were tearing because of the pain, but she could vaguely see that it was an old face with a deep white scar on his neck. "First of all, you have to know what the consequences will be if you make me unhappy." The man said viciously.He leaned against Tracy, kissed her mouth, and thrust a hand between her legs, "We're going to do something fun, what do you think?" Tracy wanted to scream, but something filled her mouth.He took his hands from Tracy's legs, wiped the tears from her face, pulled a piece of tape over her mouth, and turned and disappeared into the darkness. Tracy felt sick to her stomach.There were many people coming and going on the boardwalk above her, and she could hear footsteps clearly.She could also hear a group of old women talking cheerfully about men. The tape around her neck made her breathless.She sniffed hard, trying to get the sand out of her nostrils so she could breathe easier, but was unsuccessful. Hours passed, and the street above was filled with the noise of footsteps and talking.A lot of people passed by on the boardwalk above her, but no one knew she was tied down below.She felt nauseous, as if bile had flowed down her throat and the contents of her bowels were rising, but she had to fight it. The man had no intention of killing her.He only said that he would teach her a lesson. If she dared to make him unhappy, the implication was that he was just planning to trap her for a while.How long is it?Maybe several days, in that case there is still hope of being saved.Or maybe, it occurred to Tracy, maybe the guy went somewhere else and never came back.Maybe he forgot about her.If he really wanted to rape her, he'd done it before and wouldn't leave so soon. There will be a lot of people on the beach tomorrow.Maybe someone passing by here would look down and she'd be saved.She'll be saved tomorrow, and it won't be long. A large lump rose from her stomach and lodged in her throat.Don't fall ill, at least not now, she secretly prayed. Sykes sat in the bar and drank his beer slowly until the bar closed.He didn't want to drink that much on an empty stomach, and he didn't have those pills with him. He drove the jeep to the side of the mountain, parked it in a place where it was not easy to be seen, and it was already two o'clock in the morning when he returned to the Ministry of Public Works.Sandy Lyons was on the night shift today, as he had calculated.Leon would drive out in a hearse around midnight.When he was out, Sikes would drive out his hearse, too, so that no one would notice. He slipped into the garage through the side door, opened the garage door and drove the hearse out.It was about 2:30 in the morning when he pulled over to the side of the boardwalk. Sykes put the tarpaulin on the outside of the truck, covered it, and drove into the bushes below the pavement.He knew that even if someone saw him, by the time the police came to question him, he would be ninety percent sure that the witnesses would have left Wildwood.Tourist cities have this advantage, and the population is highly mobile.Even if anyone saw him, he looked like a laborer at work.Most people subconsciously take everything they do as normal.He was doing something so normal that if the police asked them if they remembered anything suspicious, he would know their answer without asking. Something was wrong when he saw Tracy, even though he was walking behind her.Her head drooped forward, and a foul smell came.It sucks, it looks like she took shit down her pants. The moon was very low on the sea, and when he walked in front of her, he could see clearly. "Oh, damn it," he muttered, turning away.Her face was covered in vomit, her eyes protruded from their sockets, and vomit came out of her nose.There was still some feces stuck between her legs.She is dead. He took a knife from his pocket and cut the tape around her neck, carefully avoiding her mouth.Damn it!He was wearing gloves when he tied her up.He did it very carefully.Of course, he could leave all the tape here, and even if someone found it, there would be no traces on it.But Sykes was wary of any sliver of evidence.He had to dispose of her body.