It doesn’t matter.
She doesn’t matter.
Why can’t I stop shaking?
Ha. It’s from carrying Hildreth’s heavy body all that way. Over-taxed muscles and nerves. That’s all it is.
It’s nothing more than that.
Ambrose tripped over a tree root and fell hard.
He snapped to attention.
Many footsteps. Many scents. Many voices.
Coming from the car-clotted road.
“I saw him carrying the body into these woods. I swear I did.”
“That’s what I saw.”
Oh, great. Just what I need. A mob.
“Get the dogs over here.”
A mob with dogs. Oh, that’s just so much better. He turned and ran towards Elsie’s house.
I could steal her car.
But I don’t have her keys.
I could break into her house and demand that she hand over her keys.
But that would take too much time.
And they’d put out a search for her car.
They’d find me.
I don’t want to be found.
The dogs bayed.
“Hurry! Follow the dogs. This way!”
I could hide up in the trees.
But I don’t want to be treed like an animal.
I don’t want to be caught.
I don’t want to be put on display.
He ran out of the woods, across her yard, and down her driveway.
I just want to go home.
An idea came to life in his head. A whole woven cloth of an idea.
If only I can get to the city.