Now you know one reason my daughter’s picture is here. But wait, there is more.
So, did you guess? My Mom and my Grand Pop wanted the perfect name for the bad girl in this story. So they picked one of my nick-names, Peaches.
Oh, yes. I have other nick-names, but one will do for now.
“Wrong?” L C Blinked. “ Are you saying you didn’t kill him?”
“Oh hell, I killed the bastard all right. Wasn’t in cold blood. I enjoyed every minute of it. He had it coming and I gave it too him. He thought he was smart. He thought he had my mother and father right where he wanted them. When I went up to the cabin to confront him he told me all about it.
“And while he had me there he thought he had me where he wanted me. Thought he could do anything to me he wanted to and I’d like it just to help keep my mother and father out of trouble.
“Did he have everything back ass wards.
“He thought I came up to beg him. He thought I would be happy to spread myself out for him so he’d be nice to mommy and daddy.
“He didn’t know I wasn’t there to beg him. I was there to kill him. I was prepared for it. Was he in for a shock. When I was done with him he was begging me to let him die. It wasn’t murder, honey, it was a mercy killing.”
L C wondered how a young girl, two months shy of her eighteenth birthday could say such things and the whole time maintain such a sweet, innocent expression on her face.
Lonnie was so excited he was bouncing in the seat of the cheap rent a car. He picked the recording device up from the dash and kissed it. “Yes, yes, yes. We have you.” And when he did so he separated it, dropping the flash drive on the floor. He looked around frantic. He couldn’t see it. Then he remembered he had another one. A couple. In his pocket. Quickly he reached in his pocket. He pulled out a couple. Chose one, reloaded it into the slot where it went on the device hoping he hadn’t missed anything.
Somehow he managed to break the body of the new flash drive off leaving the metal piece stuck inside the recorder.
“Are you going to turn yourself in?” L C was asking when Lonnie got the device working again.
“Absolutely not. See you made a big mistake bracing me here.”
“I can’t see how. I know this campus. I’ve been here before. Couple of years ago I was thinking about getting an education. Wasn’t blessed with a college fund but I was hoping.” L C couldn’t keep the wistful tone out of her voice.
“Everything changes.”
“Such as?”
“They are building a whole new wing on the campus. Huge project.”
“How does that effect us?” L C Suddenly felt a chill in her chest.
“You, Miss Davenport think you are safe because we are on camera. You think everything we do is being video taped. Six months ago you would have been right. But not now. Because of the construction very few cameras are working.”
L C had never known about the video cameras and was relying totally on Wilbur, whom she did not know was Lonnie, to record everything verbally. She realized now that some form of video might have been a good idea.
Peaches pulled out an impressive looking semi automatic pistol from her purse.
“You will kindly get in the car all by yourself. You will save me the trouble of having to drag your bleeding corpse into my backseat. I don’t really want to have to clean it. Blood is so sticky.”
Speaking of blood, L C could her blood drain out of her extremities.
“Someone will hear the shot.”
“Of course they will. But I will only need one. Half the campus will stand around wondering where the sound came from before they decide they have better things to do. Then they will all go on about their business. By then you will probably have bled to death in my back seat.”
L C nodded.
“Please walk around to the passenger side and get in there. I want us to look as normal as possible as we have a pleasant drive together.
L C did as she was instructed.
“Roll over on your face.” L C did so.
“Hands behind your back.”
When L C got her hands in position she felt stiff twine being wrapped around them. Then she was shoved forward and her feet pulled together and tied.
“Let me sit you up, my dear, so when I want to I can look you in the face when I talk to you.”
When Peaches sat down behind the wheel of her car she took a cigarette out of the pack, put it in her mouth. Then casually pointed the pistol at L C’s eye. Smiled and pulled the trigger.
L C jumped.
Peaches laughed as a small blue flame popped out the barrel of the pistol.
She lit her cigarette with it.
“You pathetic fool. Did you really think I would risk bringing a real gun on a college campus?”
Peaches was still laughing as they pulled out of the parking lot.
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