He laughs at your stupidity, and immediately I can hear there’s something off in the sound of it. “Yeah, actually you can, darlin,” he tells you, stepping forward, too close for my comfort. “I was just lookin’ for a good time, and here I came upon you two gettin’ it on in the woods. Can’t say we get that kind of excitement out here in these parts very often…”
Somehow I doubt that, I think. But apparently you don’t know how to think thoughts without speaking them. “I’d guess not,” you say to him, and I shake my head. I can’t believe I let you get me into this. We should have just disposed of the body like we planned— but no—you had to go and distract me, and now here we are instead in hillbilly hell with a cop that seems straight out of a B-rated movie.
“You kids got ID?”
“Of course, off
