Chapter 82
APRIL
After I’d disposed of the Shoe, I walked back along the beach and didn’t head inland until I was roughly parallel to where I’d parked the car.
There was no reason to give my hated video cameras a glimpse of me walking back off the sand in the vicinity of where a man died. My car was so far down the beach that I was sure they wouldn’t even be checking those cameras.
Shit, maybe I should have been a cop. I’ve been outthinking them at every step.
When I got home, I poured myself a drink.
These had become my favorite times for a cocktail. After I’d killed someone or endured a tough day, like when I had to pretend to be sad all day at David’s funeral.
The drink just hit more. God damn, this one was tasty.
And maybe now, I could finally chill out for a bit. I had a feeling things were finally about to calm down.
I had to work Saturday morning until noon, but after that, I was thinking about taking a little vacation for a few days. I didn’t work again until Tuesday.
I’d have to run it by the LAPD, but I assumed they’d approve it. It’s not like I was talking about going to Europe. Maybe just a weekend getaway to San Francisco, San Jose, or San Diego.
One of the Sans.
I’d sit and have a drink, and soak in the fact that I was a bona fide genius when it came to executing the perfect murder. I was now three for three.
It’s not exactly something you could include on your résumé, but hey, I was proud of it.