He was awake within 2 hours, the nightmare he found himself in growing bigger - and all too real. No, it hadn't been a dream...he had killed her, or she had died – and he had to find his medallion, his comb if he could, and hopefully, the rest of his money.
The stench in his car was awful but he had to clean up quickly...and dispose of all clothes - all of hers and all his that he'd been wearing. And the car itself; he reckoned he'd sell it once it had been thoroughly searched and spruced up - probably the cleanest it had ever been.
As it was a Sunday so he had all day but try as he might, search as he might, there was no sign of his piece of jewellery. However, he was mollified...so what if someone found it one day lying on the ground? So what - it only had his initials on it, nothing m
