Time was running out. He could tell. One could only hide a body for so long until something happened. A
witness
or the
police
fucking showing up at your god damn door.
Mark couldn't believe that the two officers had let him off the hook like that. They had even said 'there was a murder here in this apartment'. But maybe Fed was right. They could very well have been speaking about the building as a whole rather than his unit.
When the cops had shown up knocking on his door, he had all but given up on getting away with the deed. He may have been the type to kill someone, but he wasn't the type to kill police officers and witnesses to cover his tracks. If he were to be caught with his pants down then so be it. But he had gotten away. And now he was driving with the wind blowing through his hair, electronic music blasting through his speakers. He was headed towards the beach.
