Jim sat in the living room with his gun on the coffee table staring at the wall. He had just locked her in his bedroom and was contemplating his next move.
She saw everything, Jim! We got to do something! She’s got to go!
Cool it, Larry. What we got to do here Jim is take a deep breath.
“I know, Barry. I know. Larry is the only one who’s losing it.”
How are you guys so calm? She saw the bodies. She’s going to turn us in! We’re going to get life or worse!
“What are you suggesting?”
We’ve got to kill her. We’ve got to. It’s the only way out of this.
“She’s only a girl.”
Jim, I’ve got to go with Larry on this one. And what does it matter if she’s a girl? We kill girls all the time.
“Not like this.”
How is this different from any other time?
“We didn’t plan it.”
So? We’re improvising.
We have to get rid of her. Otherwise, we’re going to jail!
Do what you did to that cheating bitch wife of yours and stick that gun up her-
“No! I won’t.”
You don’t have a choice.
We don’t have a choice. I’m not going to fucking jail!
Shut the fuck up, Larry! Jim, we have to there’s no other way.
Jim, you know what has to happen. No loose ends, Jim. Pick up the gun, Jim.
Tears rolled down Jim’s face.
Pick up the gun!
Jim began to sob.
Pick up the gun, Jim! Or I swear the next dead body will be yours!
He picked up his pistol from the coffee table and walked to his bedroom door and opened it. She was asleep in bed with the covers to her neck laying on her right shoulder as she always did. She looked up at him as he raised his gun and said:
“Daddy, who were you talking to in the living room?”
“Nobody, sweety,” Jim said as he pulled back the hammer. “Go back to bed.”
The car was pulled over at 1:29 AM by Officer Jenkins. At 1:30 AM, Officer Jenkins got out of his car walked up to the driver’s seat shining his flashlight. The passenger seat window was rolled down by the time he arrived.
“Hey, Officer Jenkins.”
“What are you doing out at this time of the night?”
“Shut up Larry! I can handle this!” Jim murmured to himself.
“Who are you talking to?”
“Is that blood on your shirt?”
“No, it’s ketchup. I went out to eat.”
“You went out to eat?”
“At one in the morning.”
Officer Jenkins lifted his flashlight and shone on his face and then on the backseat.
“What’s that in the back?”
“Stop it, Larry! I swear to God!”
“What’s in the back?”
“Jim I need you to take a deep breathe in.”
“Alright. Now, Jim, I can’t help you if you don’t cooperate.”
“I’m going to ask again so respond calmly, I’m not putting you on trial. What’s in the back?”
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