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beating or worse. If she did
know anything Joe Sharky would have her dealt with in his own
way.
    At least Harry knew where Joe dumped
his bodies. He called the local police and told them he’d seen two
men in a boat throw a body into the reservoir last night,
anonymously of course. He hung up hoping there’d be more corpses
and they could be tied to Sharky. What a thing to hope for he
thought.
    The next stop was Shelley’s apartment
in Alliston only ten minutes north. He’d simply looked in the phone
book for a Shelley Rosella. Harry had hidden his Beretta under his
Cuda again in case Moore reported him to the police. Tony wouldn’t
do that of course without checking with Joe Sharky first. Joe would
know better realizing that lawmen rutting through his affairs could
never be a positive move. Moore would be told to report a gun
accident. It would, in all probability, end there.
    Harry claimed Joe Sharky had sent him
to deliver Shelley’s pay cheque. Shelley’s room mate told Harry
she’d moved out last night leaving no forwarding address. He
believed the woman because of her constant bickering about being
left with the full month’s rent. She showed him the empty bedroom
and closet. He was given her cell phone number which was something
at least.
    In the car he dialled her number but
got nothing. It had been a long day without collecting one scrap of
information. He dialled Sandy’s cell and told her to head home. She
was out of sight but knew she’d be watching from some cubby
hole.
    The following morning Sandy shook Harry
awake.
    “It’s on the news. They found two
bodies in the reservoir yesterday.”
    Something all of a sudden dawned on
him. Although they hadn’t actually seen Sandy, Sharky would connect
her to him. Who else would it be?
    “You have to watch your ass Sandy. You
can tie Moore and the bouncer to me and the reservoir. They work
for Sharky. It would be a hard case to make but it would put
unwanted heat on Joe.”
    Sandy shook her head.
    “There’s nothing his legal eagles
wouldn’t flush down the toilette. He keeps himself distant from the
criminal end of his operation. I watch reality TV Harry. I know my
stuff.”
    She laughed.

Chapter 10
     
    Joe Sharky paced as he stared at Tony
Moore.
    “I send you and a team of four to take
out one man and you blew it. Not only that but he shot you the next
day. Un-fucking believable.”
    Joe paced while Tony hung his
head.
    Bobby Mercer, Joe’s right hand man
said,
    “Boss.”
    He waited for permission to speak
because when Joe Sharky was in a sadistic mood you’d best go out to
the tool shed and get a shovel.
    “Go ahead Bobby.”
    “I think we need professional help with
this Tanner. One don’t survive in the Middle East where he’s been,
on luck alone. From what I hear he’s used to dealing against the
odds.”
    “Is there an end point to this Bobby,
cause if there is get to it.”
    “The preacher’s in town. I can have him
here tomorrow. He’s expensive but he always gets results. This
Tanner could stir up a lot of crap for us. He has already. I got to
keep my head down on account of the law’s buzzing all over the
place. Two dead bodies and people want answers. One was Terry
Marshall and you know he ties in to us.”
    “So? He worked for me, so what? There’s
no smoking gun.”
    Joe paced and thought then eyed Tony
Moore.
    “All right Bobby. Get Reverend Dean
after we finish with Tony.”
    “Boss. Not meaning to tell you your
business but the preacher likes things untouched. He says he needs
the mood of the moment or some kind of crap. He’ll deal with Moore,
his own way.”
    Bobby swallowed then added,
    “If that’s okay with you
boss?”
    At a time like this when Joe Sharky had
to call in a professional there was a short fuse burning somewhere
inside the man. He was liable to shoot anyone in the room not
excluding the bar tender.
    It was the last thing Bobby expected.
Joe laughed.
    “You handle it Bobby. I got a business
to