Out For Blood 46

Celia decided they should now know the whole truth. ‘No Mr Kessler, Ella will not harm her granddaughter, it’s me she wants.’
Brenda and Larry looked a question at each other, and then turned to Celia. ‘Ella is Mariannas’ grandmother?’ they both said.

‘Yes she is. She is the one that organised my escape all those years ago. And yes Miss Wise, you were right earlier. I did send contaminated blood out to them; I wanted to wipe them out, every last one of them. Even Hal my brother, I saw it as doing them all a favour, but Ella discovered what I was up to, and now she wants her revenge.'

‘But what about the cell regeneration?’ said Larry.
‘What about it Mr Kessler?’
‘If what that Journal said was true, contaminated blood would have no effect on them!’ Larry even surprised himself that he had actually taken in some of little he had read in the Journal.

‘You’re overlooking the very same fact that Martins overlooked almost one hundred years ago Mr Kessler. Cancer, it’s already part of our bodies. The immune system does not see it as the enemy, therefore cell regeneration need not take place.’
‘So you contaminated the blood with Leukemia cells and sent them a Trojan horse!’ said Brenda.

‘Correct Miss Wise, at least eighty percent of the blood I sent them was contaminated with Acute Myelogenous Leukemia cells to be precise; it’s faster acting and nearly always fatal. Now, I’ve wasted enough time here, are you coming with me or not?’

‘We can’t just leave.’ said Larry. ‘In case you hadn’t noticed Miss Brontrose, we have a dead girl on our hands here.’ He pointed at the blue Ford.

‘No Mr Kessler,’ said Celia getting into the Bentley. ‘You have a dead girl on your hands; I have a live girl I need to rescue. Go Mason, now!’ Instructed Celia slamming the door.
Mason put his foot down and the Bentley sped off in a cloud of blue smoke and dust, it didn’t get very far before Larry had taken out his gun and fired one shot puncturing one of the rear tyres, he then walked over to the car as he holstered the gun.

Celia rolled down her window. ‘That was very foolish of you Mr Kessler; all you have succeeded in doing is delaying me saving Marianna.’
Mason popped the trunk and got out giving Larry the evil eye as he passed him. He draped his jacket over the roof of the car and began taking out the spare wheel. That’s when Larry noticed Mason was armed, he had a shoulder holster on his left side and the gun was tucked under his arm.

Larry looked Celia a look but chose to stick to the big picture. ‘But like you said Miss Brontrose… Marianna is safe, it’s you they want.’
Celia new then she had made a mistake in telling them the truth. ‘Okay Mr Kessler, what is it you want?’

‘For myself I want nothing, for the poor girl in that trunk I want to do what’s at least morally right.’
Celia thought for a moment. ‘Very well, I will leave Mason here to deal with the police; you and Miss Wise can come with me to Martinsville. Does that classify as what you think is morally right Mr Kessler?’

Larry looked at Mason as he jacked up the car. ‘I have a better idea,’ he said. ‘Mason can remain here if you so choose, but Brenda also stays. Don’t get me wrong Miss Brontrose, it’s not that I don’t trust Mason, I’m sure he would be very helpful to the police. It’s just that I don’t trust Mason as much as I trust Brenda.’

‘Very well Mr Kessler, they can both stay with the dead girl, and we will go to Martinsville.’
Larry half smiled at Celia and went to where Brenda was stood by the blue Ford. He explained the situation to her and she agreed on the proviso that Larry called her cell-phone when they reached Martinsville. Celia was stood behind the crouching Mason speaking to him as he was removing the flat tyre. She looked over at Larry and Brenda, who were looking at her.

‘…and after you have disposed of their bodies… get rid of that fucking car. Can I take it you’ll be able to handle that Mason?’
‘Yes ma’am that will not be a problem. Should I contact you when I’m finished?’ he said pushing on the spare wheel.
‘No Mason that will not be necessary. Now, how long before we can leave?’
‘Almost done Ma’am,’ he replied.

Larry took hold of Brendas’ upper arms. ‘Don’t worry, as soon as we’re there you’ll get that call. Look Bren, are you sure you’re okay with this?’
‘Quite sure Larry, what do you think Mason is going to do… tie a rock to my ankles and throw me in the lake?’ Brenda saw fresh concern on Larrys’ face when she had said this. ‘Listen, you get going… and bring Gregg back okay?’
Larry passed Brenda the keys to his car. ‘When you’ve finished here go home, I’ll call you again when we’re on our way back.’

They both looked over and saw Celia stood over Mason, her lips were moving but neither of them could hear what was being said. ‘I don’t trust them Bren!’
‘I’ll be okay Larry, and when you do get back… I’m cooking dinner for two, at your place!’
Larry smiled. ‘I’ll look forward to it,’ he said, then kissed her cheek.
Brenda smiled back and kissed Larry on his lips. By no means a full on snog, but she did linger a long moment. ‘Take care Larry.’ She said.

Mason had fastened the spare onto the Bentley and was putting the damaged wheel into the trunk, before closing it he took out a small squirt bottle and sprayed his hands, then taking a clean dry cloth he dried them then closed the trunk. He picked his jacket up from the roof of the Bentley and made his way over to Larry and Brenda.

‘Here are the keys Mr Kessler, Miss Brontrose doesn’t drive, please take care and look after her.’
Larry took the keys. ‘Miss Brontrose will be in very good hands Mason.’
‘I was referring to the car Mr Kessler, Miss Brontrose is quite capable of looking after herself, I can assure you of that!’

Larry turned and gave Brenda a half smile then headed for the Bentley. Mason watched as Larry got into the drivers’ seat and Celia got into the rear of the car.

‘Right Mr Kessler, we need to take highway 29 down to Danville, then from there we take highway 58, that will take us close to Martinsville, I will direct you when the time comes.’
Larry looked at Celia through the rear view mirror, but said nothing. They set off and Mason watched as the car disappeared down the lake road.

‘Yes hello, I need to report…’ Brenda was on her cell-phone but paused searching for the right words to use. ‘I need to report finding a dead body at—’
Mason swivelled on the spot and snatched the phone out of Brendas’ hand; he then threw it over the blue Ford and the wall in front of it landing it amongst some deep brush. Brenda just stood there; she was shocked at Masons’ actions. Up until this point he had been the perfect gentleman.

‘No Miss Wise, that call will now not be necessary.’ He said.
Brenda looked around the parking lot in the hope someone was about, but she was out of luck.