Leaving the office Friday evening, Kell and Caniche had thought that Caniche’s former employers had given up trying to silence her. Twelve paces away from the car, that assumption was proven wrong in the form a boulder painted like an Easter egg. It missed by inches.
Caniche immediately abandoned her strategy of keeping quiet and hoping they’d forget about her, resolving to go to the international authorities first thing on Monday. But first she’d have to survive the weekend. Easter weekend.
Me, I would’ve kept her in the house never more than six feet away from Coney. But no; Caniche felt that being outdoors, away from buildings, where none of the trees could support a boulder was protection enough.
Fiona did the requisite Easter bunny makeup, complete with pheromones which may or may not throw the assassins off the track. It was an effective disguise, though, and at sunset Rudy, Fiona, Caniche and apprentice Wendell headed out for the ten-hour race to hide eggs around the county.
Being nocturnal I’ve been staying up waiting for developments. It seems to be going well so far… Wait. I’m getting slight but noticeable seismograph readings from the area right around where Rudy is now. It’s as if the ground is being shaken by…boulders.