"I'll pull over here." Seth skidded the car to a halt right before the eeriely looking woods. They had driven for about four hours and he had come to the perfect spot where he knew was safe to dispose of her body. Her corpse was never going to be traced.
He blamed her. Libby was to be blamed for what happened to her. If she had stayed away, if she had kept her distance or called him before coming— oh, taken the hint he didn't have need for her. Then she would've still been alive. Only then would he not have had reasons to hoist her from the trunk in a laundry bag.
He panted as he hurried his steps deep into the woods, with Elves in front with the powerful flashlight, they carefully made their way up the cliff. Looking down to the darkness before them, he heaved the heavy bag up throwing
