The Island Part Ten
It was all getting more than a tad too much for me, and Kell looked like he’d had enough too.
“What we gonna do, Kell?” I asked.
“What’s with the teddy bear in your hand?” he replied.
I raised Charlotte’s precious cuddly toy.
“Do you remember the story you told me about the little girl, Charlotte? This is her teddy bear. You said to me, ‘If only cute teddy bears could speak.’ Well, guess what? This one can and has spoken. This cute furry little creature showed me everything, Kell.
“It was that evil bastard mister bitter almonds I tried to tell you about. He killed her after she saw him at the museum down at the Elysian Fields. She ran over to the rocks to get away from him, he followed her close behind. Poor little mite fell and broke her ankle. He caught up with her and choked her to death. I saw it all through this little fella Kell. I want that bastard. You wanna help me?”
“Sure, I’m in. You mind if we take a breather in the beer garden and make some sort of a plan first?”
“Sounds like a good idea to me Kell. One thing. Can I go up and see that builder guy? It’s not out of any morbid curiosity huh. There’s something I need to know.”
“Sure, let’s do it.”
And with that, we went into the inn and went upstairs to the guest quarters. We opened door 2B (which I fleetingly thought “or not to be”) and went inside. From the door, I could already see there was no sign of life in that body stretched out on the bed. I went closer. As I bent my head down to his pale face, I immediately caught an odour, a mix of alcohol, tobacco and bitter almonds. That was all I needed to pull back. I turned to Kell.
“Ok, let’s go, I’ve got what I needed.”
Kell looked at me puzzled. He turned and we went back downstairs to the beer garden.
We sat on the bench Kell had assaulted the Arsey Kid with. It was spattered with the kid’s blood.
“ Ok,” I said, “ bitter almonds had something to do with the builder’s death too huh.”
" How do you know?"
“ The odour of bitter almonds. I know that smell from a mile off. My mum used to work at the local biscuit factory and came home stinking of the stuff every day for years. Can be nasty stuff, huh. Contains prussic acid. Not good. And that guy who I think is behind all of this mayhem reeks of it.”
At that moment that crow suddenly appeared from nowhere and landed close by on the picket fence. I stared at it and quickly changed the subject.
“ Anyway, I like watersports man, especially surfing and sailing. Maybe you can take me out one day huh?”
Kell looked at me like I had suddenly lost my mind. I gave him a gentle nod in the direction of the evil-looking crow on the fence. Kell understood immediately.
“ Yeah, maybe I can take us out to the lighthouse tomorrow, if I can get the boat fixed.”
The crow flew off, nothing to hear here, it no doubt decided.
“You really think that thing can hear?” said Kell, incredulously.
“ I don’t really know Kell, but every time the shit has flown since I got here, that thing has been lurking in the vicinity. Best to be safe than sorry huh.”
“Ok, if you say so. Come to think of it, I think I caught a glimpse of it back at the kid’s house earlier as I was leaving. I never gave it a second thought at the time. Maybe there is something in it. Ok, what are we going to do now? What's the big plan, Tiger?"
“I want that evil bastard bitter almonds, Kell. After what he did to Charlotte, he’s got it coming to him. You and me can take him, especially after seeing the damage you did to the kid here. Jesus wept man, never mind the kid, look what you did to the bench. You cracked it wide open here on this tabletop huh. Shit, Kell you could have killed him!”
“Ten years of weight lifting did that, I had nothing to do with it. Besides, little shit tried to kill me, THREE times.” Kell grinned. "There strikes on my boat and you're off!"
“Man, even your muscles have got muscles. Sure glad you’re on my side. Wouldn’t wanna go against you, Kell.”
At that moment the sky lit up some more and we could hear distant thunder rolling in towards us. It was an ominous sign for sure.
“I think it’s all down at the Elysian Fields figurehead museum Kell. I say we make our way down there. For sure bitter almonds will be thereabouts. Let’s just amble on down there, nice and relaxed and play it by ear.”
“And that’s your idea of a plan? Shit man, we need something more than that. I’ve got an idea. Wait here whilst I go to my room to get something, a little something that’s got me out of many a scrape like this.”
And with that Kell stood up and he was gone. I secretly hoped Kell’s little something was something like a mini nuclear bomb, because as sure as hell we were going to need it.
In less than two minutes Kell was back holding onto something big and heavy, though in his hands it could have been no more than a sandwich box.
“Ok, let’s go do it Steve.”
It was the first time he had used my name. And it was enough for me to know that we really were buddies. It felt good to have him around. And with that comforting thought I stood up and we set off for the Elysian Fields. Tonight the shit was going to fly, big style. “Wanna war, Meester Beeter almonds?” I thought. “You got it Meester, you got it, you evil bastard.”