Chapter 118

When Rawle Powder got back to the parking lot to pick up the Golf, it was gone. It must have been towed. He might have left the driver’s door hanging wide open, when he was kidnapped. Maybe it got stolen?
Son-of-a… cocksucker.
He took a cab home, instead.
It took most of the rest of the day to work out a quick arrangement with the Gazette and the union.
They agreed to give him a month stress leave, plus he had another six weeks vacation time saved up, plus four weeks time-owed and sick days.
All told, he could be gone until mid-May, with pay.
His paychecks would continue to be deposited directly into his joint chequing account, but he left his bank card at home, in Wolfville, in a locked filing cabinet.
Kelloway and Athan would get all the money, to use as they saw fit.
He had a few hundred dollars cash.
His destination was the small town of Jasper, Alberta, near Edmonton.
Kurtis Missions, Darlene’s 18-year-old son, was having his employment insurance cheques sent to a post office box there, according to Dee Lee’s intelligence gathering.
They didn’t have a home address, but Jasper was a small enough town that someone could go there and likely track him down quite easily. It had to be an outsider, Dee had said, someone Kurtis would not recognize from any biker parties.
Someone like Rawle Powder.
His job was to locate Kurtis Missions and talk to him, if possible, get to know him and somehow try to get a sense of whether or not he killed Jack and Tee.
If Rawle found himself able to befriend Kurtis, he would then try to learn the location of some cocaine, which had been stolen from Kurtis’ father.
If it turned out that Kurtis did kill Jack and Tee, Dee Lee would have operatives waiting nearby to carry out the swift administration of justice.
Rawle did not call Kelloway at he rparent’s place to tell her he was leaving.
He arranged for Cst. Keith to look after Porkbutt, telling him he was going to see Kelloway and Athan, for a few weeks, and couldn’t bring the dog because her parent’s had allergies.
Cst. Keith bought the story, although he seemed unhappy about something, probably he was still pissed off about Rawle writingthat story and getting shot.
There were several loose ends to tie up in Wolfville, but no time to do it.
All the bloody clothing was still sitting in the trunk of his missing car.
He had also received a phone message from Sgt. Biz Digby, asking him to call her. Did she know about the clothes? Who knows?
There was no time to worry about that now.
He had a bus to catch.