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    Revenge: No More, No Less
    Revenge: No More, No Less
    Revenge: No More, No Less
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    Revenge: No More, No Less

    By C E Turner

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    A sequel to “Black Night, Orange Day”.

    Following the traumatic events in the suburbs of Sydney, most of the characters ended up much better than when they started – with many of those whose personalities were far from perfect becoming much better people as a result of what happened to them and to others. But not everyone. As everywhere, there are always good people and bad people, and some never change. Some remain just as wicked as they have always been, and some are determined to seek revenge...

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherStrict Publishing International
    Release dateMay 1, 2019
    ISBN9780857794598
    Revenge: No More, No Less

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      Revenge - C E Turner

      Revenge: No More No Less

      by C E Turner

      Smashwords Edition

      Copyright 2017 C E Turner

      Published by Strict Publishing International

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      You have been cordially invited, to the exchanging of vows of love & marriage.

      On the 23rd of January at 10am at Long Reef headland for the Wedding of:

      Rupert Burt Lang & Helga Lorraine Okeefe

      The pre wedding Champagne Breakfast will be held at the Boatshed Restaurant at 8.15am.

      RSVP – January 1st.

      Chapter One: Thursday 22nd January 3pm

      Three days spent mostly in the bush had him smelling ripe. Steven Parker felt he had left enough dead animals out on the bush trails that the Joe guy should show up soon. He scratched his unshaven face before doing his best to flatten his slept-in brown hair. He rubbed under one blue eye and stifled a yawn that elongated his square-cut face. Though he had access to a shower, he had failed to use it.

      Steven wanted his list done quick and easy. Once the list was done he not only would collect the reward but also he would have a quick in with a gang and life would be sweet. Angelo had promised it.

      The blue station wagon was dirty and dust covered as he swung it back down Wakehurst Parkway. He wondered how many more days he would be in Sydney. How long would it take him to do his list? Angelo had been very clear on what he wanted Steven to do, or, more, who he wanted Steven to do. The thought made Steven smile as he guided the car down the bush-lined road’s bends. Payback was a bitch, or I suppose you could say this time it was a bastard, he thought as he laughed aloud at his own quick wit. Steven pulled the car over onto the verge. It was time he made a personal call. Time to cross off a few of his own little problems, and he would start with his stepsister Kaylee. The call went through to voice mail. He happily left a message:

      Kaylee, I am coming to visit... Time to pick up where we left off...

      His laughter ended the call.

      He steered the car back onto the road and decided to pull into the lakeside parking bay where Angelo told him he might find Joe. He doubled-checked the gun he had hidden in a jumper on the passenger side seat. He was not going to kill anyone, not like the animals he had left on the trail, but he sure was going to scare the shit out of them all. Like Angelo had said, it was revenge, no more no less.

      * * * * *

      The mobile phone in Robert Lund’s deep uniform pocket vibrated and rang. Robert deftly retrieved it and answered in his smooth calm voice.

      Robert speaking, he said. Madeline, the local Wires (Wildlife Information and Rescue Service) officer’s voice came out in a rush, and Robert had to get her to repeat herself more slowly.

      It’s Dwain. We haven’t seen him for nearly four days, not since he dropped off his animals. He wouldn’t even tell us why or where he was going. Nor has he answered his phone. We are worried, and we hoped maybe you would know what’s up, or maybe you’ve seen him, Madeline said.

      Nope, I haven’t seen him, but I will be passing through that way later this afternoon, so I can drop in on him then, Robert reassured her. Once I’ve seen him I will get him to call you. How’s that?

      Thank you. He is usually in touch just about daily with little questions about the babies. It’s strange for him to drop off his animals and then suddenly go silent.

      I am sure he is okay, Madeline. I will get back to you later today. Have you had any more animals left on your doorstep?

      No, just the three I already told you about.

      Okay, Madeline. Let’s keep our eyes open for whoever is doing this and I will get back to you about Dwain. Be careful if you’re out in the bush. There is definitely someone dangerous about.

      Okay, Robert, I will.

      * * * * *

      Helga returned the phone to its cradle, letting out a sigh as she did.

      What’s the matter, love? Burt asked his bride to be, as he took in her deflated look and she wrung her hands. The wedding was all set. The flowers had been the last thing on her list. Maybe that the wedding was only a day away could be giving her the jitters.

      It’s Hazel. I haven’t heard from her in nearly three days. She was making a trial run cake for the wedding. She was meant to ring me last night, and the three calls I have made are going unanswered. I worry about her living alone in that big house. Maybe she has had a fall or something. Helga’s mind filled with all kinds of scenarios, each one worse than the last.

      Why not pop round on your afternoon walk today, sweet? Put your mind to rest and you can take round the pictures of the flowers you chose. You know, pop in for a coffee and a chat.

      Helga walked into Burt’s outstretched arms for a quick cuddle before she headed off to shower and change. It took a brisk twenty minutes before Helga was ready to go. She decided to take Major as company. The blue cattle dog always eager, no matter who held the lead. Helga thought she might drop in on young Bethany while she was out walking. She would ask her to come with her to Hazel’s place, and her opinion on the wedding flowers would be eagerly accepted.

      * * * * *

      A seldom heard ring tone had Burt headed for the prepaid mobile Joe left with him. He had to move some of the build up of papers on his old work desk before he found it. The only other time he had heard it ring was when Joe rung it in front of him so he would know the sound when he heard it. He was hearing it now...

      Hello? said Burt, a little unsure as Joe had not been all that clear on why he needed the phone.

      Joe? said a voice, sounding equally uneasy.

      No, sorry, this is a friend of Joe’s. Can I help?

      I really needed to speak with, Joe. Sorry. Thank you.

      Burt shook his head of silver hair as the line went dead, but something about the caller’s voice stayed in his mind. Burt knew it took a lot for Joe to give anyone his number, and he decided his old friend needed to know someone was out there looking for him.

      This was truer than Burt could know right now. There were at least three people out there looking for Joe and soon there would be a few more, but whether they would find him or not was another question.

      * * * * *

      Andy retched for the third time, though his stomach protested its emptiness. The image burnt onto his eyes kept signalling his revulsion and, of course, his stomach heaved again. His hands steadied him on the scribble gum’s trunk, and he sucked in deep breaths and wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve. He looked in his backpack for anything suitable for the task at hand. He wanted it done before Bethany saw it; he could not bear for her to see it. Coming up with nothing, he scanned the bushy outcrop for anything else that would do. His eyes seemed to have a mind of their own and constantly tried to crawl back over the ground to seek another look at the red blood patch on the trail. No! he commanded in his mind, just find a damn stick, will you. He found one, and dug a shallow grave not far from the thing’s cruel death. Andy stopped for a moment and took out his phone.

      I am not doing this to be cruel, he said to what must have once been a furry face.

      I think someone needs to know about this, just not Bethany, he said, and clicked his mobile phone so that the grisly image was recorded before he gently lifted and carried it to the shallow dirt grave. He had just finished burying the unrecognisable thing when his mobile chirped. Bethany, his girlfriend of three months, had sent him a text:

      Rain check. Helga has just turned up. She wants me to go over to Hazel’s for a flower discussion.

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