Chapter 10
I stared at her blodied body. How could I have done this?
"We have to move," Jack called.
I shuddered. "Stanley, dump the body," I said numbly. "Jack, get back inside the bar before they miss you."
Jack sprinted back into the Rossi. I never thought he would be the type for strangling. His arms weren't nearly strong enough.
Stanley stared at me. "Where should I take her?"
Before I could respond, we heard Charlotte's voice coming from behind the door that leads into the alley.
"Hide!" I hissed at Stanley. We both crouched behind a dumpster.
"Thanks, Chris. I'll call you-"
The phone dropped to the ground.
"Oh my God! MJ!" Hurried footsteps, and then a loud sob. "Oh God, MJ, baby, no!"
Stanley watched me intently. I held my breath. He took the knife from me and wiped it on his sweater, before clipping it back to his belt. He seemed calm, I was on edge.
The door opened and closed again, and there was silence.
"Lets get out of here, now! Take MJ away," I whispered.
Stanley nodded. "I wrote the message, you go. Don't do or say anything until Jack calls you. I'll take care of MJ."
I stood up, and spared one last glance at Stanley, who was carrying MJ away effortlessly.
I sighed deeply, and went to my rental car, waiting for the phone call.
A/N: phwew! There we got a look into what happened! It was unplanned, but its good...