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Chapter Forty-One
Journal Entry
Author Unknown
The world’s oldest profession. Can’t blame a girl for wanting to make a buck. Seems like there are easier ways, but maybe she enjoys living on the edge. Or shall I sayenjoyed.
I hate to spoil the ending, but she's dead now.
In her line of work, I suppose she craved the excitement of not knowing what’s going to happen next. I wanted to give her that.
So I did. She was in the trunk of my car as I continued to drive. The car wasn't moving fast, but it was moving. She was getting dizzy, lightheaded. She wanted out of the trunk and she wanted out now.
“Hey,” she yelled. “Hey, stop this, will ya? It's not funny.”
I continued to drive all through town, and I agreed. It wasn't funny.
“You have to stop! I’m getting sick in here!”
She began to freak out. I think she was sensing things might not turn out so well for her. She started to shiver, and she couldn't stop it. She struggled against the feeling, but it was stronger than her. She considered trying to climb out of the trunk and running, but she was afraid that I would catch her and hurt her, or worse, so she stayed put. Her body went numb. Or so she said. She was very vocal, this gal; I presume this must have made her popular among her clientele.
“Hey!” she shouted. “Please, stop this. You have to stop it.”
I stopped the car.
She closed her eyes and waited.
I know because she still had them squeezed shut when I opened the trunk.
You ever hear the one about how you can lock a human and a dog in a truck together and leave them there for two days, and at the end of the two days, when you let them out, the dog will still be glad to see you?
Well, yeah, this was a little like that. Except there was no dog.
In the end, her corpse lay on the ground. Later, much later, a knot of detectives would gather around her, poking and prodding at her decaying body. She couldn’t have looked more dead: her throat had been slit from ear to ear and her head was nearly missing. Foul-smelling, bloody clots of hair were scattered around her body.
A few of the men would stand around the corpse, discussing the case. The wooded area was cluttered with discarded clothing and belongings. She was wearing a white dress, but the rest of her was now unrecognizable.
I’ll be curious to see if anyone figures it out. I can't help but feel like I'm not the only one who knows.
