The sound of a small outboard motor putzing along into the cove.
He glanced at the gun lying beside him. Picking it up he considered what he’d done already. If he was caught; He’d probably be executed.
So he really had very little to lose.
Quickly, with his heart racing and pulse throbbing just this side of panic he managed to bury the body enough so it wasn’t visible at a glance.
Just as the boat plowed up on the sand at the water’s edge he managed to hide. Maybe he wouldn’t have to kill innocent people after all.
The couple stumbled and splashed water around as they got out the small boat.
A wicker picnic basket appeared out the back of the boat. It was carried it to the dry sand, where she’d taken off her most of her clothes.
From his place in the shadows, he watched as they laid a blanket out and stuck a beach umbrella in the sand blocking most the mid-morning sun. He could see them settling down for a long quiet picnic on what they thought was a deserted beach.
He knew he had to do something. He couldn’t be here all day. He needed to get back to establish his alibi.
He stepped out into the sun.
The didn’t see him at first. It wasn’t until his shadow crossed the path of the umbrella.
From the shadows of the umbrella, he saw a familiar glint. The couple sat looking up at him. Each had a gun in their hand and he had a badge pinned to his shirt.
“We were beginning to wonder when you’d show up,” he said.