21
Oliver
‘Stop!’ said Oliver. ‘Stop right now!’
Kip slammed on the brakes.
Oliver clambered out of the car.
‘Close the f*****g door! The light!’ said Kip, fumbling for the button to turn off the car’s interior lights.
‘Oh my God,’ said Oliver.
Lying in the street, half a block away, was a body.
‘That’s a person,’ he said.
‘Get back in the car,’ said Kip. ‘You’re going to f**k everything up.’
The body rolled over.
Then, from somewhere on the street, a woman screamed.
Oliver immediately ducked back into the car.
Without looking back, Kip made a quick left and accelerated through the neighborhood. Houses and trees flashed by, mailboxes and lampposts were there and then they weren’t. Time pulled apart, everything felt far away. A cold shock had taken over.
Oliver left himself
