I laugh at that thought; I wouldn’t accept death, and I’m not dead! How funny is that? Pouring on a little more speed, I start to get into the flow of traffic, weaving through it. It’s familiar even though I haven’t experienced in a long time.
Can I kill Evans without getting caught? I could use a blade, maybe one from his own house. They might be able to trace it to me, but nothing connects me to him. I wouldn’t even know his name except that we began using it as a curse word, “For Evans sake!”