Kirill sat at his wheel, not comprehending what had just happened. He’d not been going fast but his van wouldn’t stop. The woman, as if connected to a spring, had risen into the air and disappeared. He thought about her thin body and old age and allowed himself a smile. He had changed his mind about killing her, and he had a witness who would back him up that he hadn’t, but she would still be out of the way.
The witness! He must talk to him. His brother may think he was lying and still report him to the police. Kirill climbed down from the transit van and felt his heavy boots slide out from under him. He hung onto his door until he regained his balance. Taking baby steps, he walked around the rear of his van and saw the driver of the car lying prostrate. He moved as quickly as the snow an
