Donnie looked at his hands and, realizing that they were hurting, relaxed his grip of the steering wheel. How long had he been sitting there? Was it a minute, ten minutes, an hour? He had no idea. For a moment, he felt calm and rested. Everything was quiet – too quiet – no bird song, no wind in the trees, no traffic noise, nothing.
Why was it so quiet…?
And again he saw Annie fall under the wheels of his car, heard her scream, and felt the car roll over her.
It was an accident. You didn’t mean to hit her. It was an accident…
He rested his head on the steering wheel. He began to think.
Nobody saw you…It was her fault. This is your chance Donnie, the chance you have been waiting for. No one will miss her. She’s done you a favour…
Donnie stepped out of the car.
You need to get rid of the body…Easton swamp. Put her in there. No one will ever find her.
Below the rear of the Mercedes, Donnie could see Annie’s feet. He looked away and closed his eyes.
You have to be strong Donnie, you have to deal with her body and you have to do it now…
He opened his eyes again. Annie’s old, red Ford was parked at the side of her house.
Find the keys to it!
He climbed the steps to Annie’s front door and opened it. The room in front of him, full of old photographs and books, led into Annie’s kitchen. He stood in the doorway. He did not want to go inside. He felt dizzy. He put a hand on the door frame to steady himself; his fingers hit a bunch of keys that were hanging from a small hook.
With the key that said ‘Ford’ on it, Donnie rushed outside.