“Buddy, you’ve crossed the wrong guy,” the football star said. He took a swipe at the tennis pro and gashed his abdomen wide open. The pro collapsed on top of the star’s ex-wife, already dead from gash after gash.
Aaron looked on from behind. Horrified, he crouched in the bush behind the loggia. These California types, they do everything outside, he thought – even murder. This one he couldn’t believe. The story would be massive. The newspapers, the media, the tabloids, they’d be all over this one. “Former football player and erstwhile television star commits double murder of ex-wife and tennis pro.” And those were just the bare facts.
The football star started covering his tracks. He put the knife in his jacket and took off his glove. Oddly, he got no blood on himself and for the most part avoided stepping in it. He left quickly, and Aaron peaked to look. A black Ford Bronco sped off into the distance with the most famous football player inside. And the knife that’d killed his ex-wife and her friend.
Aaron would have to bear witness against him. But just then, he got transported back to the den of Judas Iscariot. Not in the plan, Judas told him. The football star would go free – but would get caught in his next folly.
No comments:
Post a Comment