The smell of cooking chicken entered the air and Knight lifted his head and sniffed. Jonathan got up from the chair and walked over to the grill to check on it. As he turned the chicken pieces over with the tongs, Knight was right by Jonathan’s legs.
He looked down at the cat, “I’ll give you some when it’s done.”
He lowered the grill lid and set the tongs down on the plate. Knight rubbed on Jonathan’s legs so he bent down and pet him a few times.
“You’re a good boy,” Jonathan stood back up.
Jonathan casually walked around the backyard waiting for the chicken to get done. Knight hopped up onto the porch and nibbled on some of the food in the bowl. The thought of the little girl crept into Jonathan’s mind again. How can someone kill their own daughter, he thought. Jonathan walked back to the grill and lifted the lid. The chicken was cooked to a golden brown so he put the pieces on the plate.
After Jonathan lowered the lid down on the grill, he took the chicken, tongs, and salt back into the house. He set the plate on the table and from the refrigerator he took out a pre-made potato salad. Out of the cabinet, he took a paper plate and a fork from the drawer. Jonathan pulled apart some of the chicken breast and from the center, he ripped it into a few small pieces. He carried the pieces out onto the back porch and set them down. Knight ran back up onto the porch and gobbled the pieces down.
“Did you even taste it?” Jonathan looked at the cat.
Knight looked up at him and then ran over to the chair.
“You’re welcome,” Jonathan turned and went back inside.
He sat down at the table and ate his dinner. The chicken turned out good but he wasn’t so sure about the potato salad. When he was done, he put the food away and walked into the living room. He turned the stereo off and turned on the television. Jonathan flipped through the channels and turned on the local news. Surprisingly, the news didn’t say anything about the recent body that was found. It did say that the police are searching for who they think committed the murders of the other women.
“Yeah, last known in Canada,” Jonathan said.
Jonathan got up and went into the kitchen to get a beer. When he sat back down in his chair, he heard the newscaster say his name. They said that it must have been a shock to be digging on the property that you just move to and find bodies. But why was he digging in the first place?
“Oh, don’t you be twisting things around now,” Jonathan said.
The reporter there pointed out that they were told it was just curiosity. After finding a body under the barn, why not dig up the mounds in the woods. It was just unfortunate that he found other remains, the reporter said.
“Yes, that is how it happened,” Jonathan said.
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