Molly writes under the pen name M. Allman. If you would like to read more of her work, you can find her books on Amazon Kindle.
The ice clinked in the glass as Gary lifted the amber colored liquid to his lips. His hand trembled, but he was able to sip enough bourbon to wet his tongue. Running his hand through his sweaty, black hair, he paced the floor.
“Why did you make me do it?” He leaned over the body. “You never knew when to shut up, did ya?” Gary downed the rest of his drink. “It was an accident.” He rubbed her pale cheeks with the back of his hands. “I didn’t want to kill you. I just wanted you to stop talking, that’s all.”
He buried his face in his hands. “I won’t go back to prison. They can’t make me.”
He ransacked the room. “I’ll make it look like a robbery gone bad. I’ll wipe my fingerprints from the hammer, or better yet, I’ll get rid of it.”
Gary went to his suitcase and pulled out a map. “Maybe I can find a place to hide you and the hammer . . . somewhere far away.” He studied the map. “Yes, right there, who’d think to look there?”
He put a plastic bag over Lauren’s head to contain the blood soaking her auburn hair, rolled her body in a blanket along with the hammer. He peeked around out the hotel door and to make sure no one was in sight. He carried her out to the car and crammed her body into the trunk.
Gary drove half the night to reach his destination. He searched for hours to find the perfect, secluded location. He slid Lauren’s body from the backseat and dumped her in a deep ravine.
“Good riddance, Lauren. Maybe this is all for the best, babe.” He shut the car door and let out a sigh of relief. “That woman was always getting me into trouble.”