Chapter 29. –Weak people
Weak people; revenge. Strong people; forgive. Intelligent people; ignore.
Calvin Dillard
Ronald's POV
Slowly, I turned the wheel and went left at the intersection. Everything was going right now. This time tomorrow, I'd be in France, and I'd be safe. I'd start a new life, without constantly being haunted by the past.
We were now even. My revenge was completed.
I scratched my scalp. I was still getting used to the wig that was glued on there. But it was necessarily, as were the big moustache, and the black, round glasses on my nose. Of course everybody would be looking for Ronald B. Scott. But nobody had ever heard of Samuel T. Fisher.
As soon as I would have reached my new house, I'd contact the LA police department. I'd tell them where to find Jade's body, and then I'd be able to leave this all behind.
I waited for the red light. No mistakes were allowed now. My fingers rhythmically tapped on the wheel, until the traffic light went green again. My foot pressed the accelerator, and the car took off.
The next moment, I saw the other car coming right at me. I hit the brakes, but it was too late. The stale smashed itself into my car, and a sharp pain immediately shot through my body. I heard somebody screaming, maybe it was me. My head hit the steering wheel, and everything went black.
