Sunday, June 28, 2009

Stinky Is Good In A Garden Of Lies

Dayna ran back to the garage and removed the plates from the car. She remembered from looking at her father’s crime scene photos how difficult it can be to identity a car if the plates and vehicle identification number are missing.
“Who’s the dummy now?” she said at her handiwork.
If she hurried, she would beat the sprinklers. She dug quickly, and dropped them into the holes. No one would think to look there. And if they did, the landscapers would be the number one suspects not her. The pungent smell of the fresh mulch burned her nostrils. It was something about the night air that made the smells come alive. She was pleased at her work. No one would know anything had been tampered with.
Patience had stopped moving, but Dayna had to be sure. She used the shovel and poked the general area of where she dumped her. Ding dong the witch is dead. Now all she had to do was get rid of her car.
Dayna grabbed the bag lying outside the garage door. She hoped her ice cream hadn’t melted. It was still just as firm as it had been when she’d arrived. Today was her lucky day. She slid into Patience’s car. Finally she’d get to drive a Porsche. Too bad she couldn’t tell anyone. Too bad she had to sink it.
The bag stood out like a sore thumb in the passenger’s seat. She couldn’t believe she’d overlooked it. She snatched it up and ripped open the zipper. She’d seen it in movies, and a few times at the bank, but never in her wildest dreams did she ever think she would have what looked liked hundreds of thousands of dollars sitting in her lap. Two hours prior, her life was over. One murder and a little quick clean up, and she’d made a killing. No pun intended.
She turned out the lights in the garage. It had to look like Patience had retired for the night. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was now or never. The new car purred when she pulled it out of the garage. Lake Nour was less than a mile away and it was deeper than any of the others in town. She just prayed it would sink to the bottom quickly.

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