Peering at Noah’s dead body should make me feel something, but all I can think is, did this motherfucker have to make such a mess?
I’m standing in front of his corpse, wondering where the f**k I am to put him. I don’t want Bobby or Luna seeing him when they wake up. But I can’t go outside to bury him. I can’t even chop him up into tiny pieces.
When did my life turn to this?
I have Noah’s gun tucked into my jeans at the small of my back. I checked his pockets for a cell, but nothing. The gun is a small win for us.
I don’t want Daddy or Alanna knowing we have it, which is why I need to get rid of Noah.
He tossed his keys out the window which I’m guessing he did in case he ever ended up where he currently is. If not, I assume he’d wait for Alanna to come.
Or, maybe, there’s a secret way
