Rearview Mirror

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George had felt most of his life like he was a sort of piece of a puzzle. Like or part of something bigger than himself. Sort of like a domino waiting in line. Hearing the slow fall of the others around him and know he was gunna be next. Just not knowing when. 

He told his wife that a long time ago. They had just hooked up, back when they were teenagers, and he told her this, while her head was on his chest. And she could hear his heart beat. 

"Id be right there in line with you." She said. Which made George feel closer to anyone he'd ever been to in his life. 

But now he felt like something was coming to play out. He had in some ways, orchestrated all this, ever since he had sent Jane those videos of the Blue Man. So in some ways maybe he felt guilty. Would that be premeditation he thought. 

The detectives car smelled of cigarettes and leather. 

"I hope you don't mind me driving, but we have to do these things at the station, and you are." He paused there, and looked back at him in the rearview mirror. "a little drunk. Normally we would wait to interview you, but we need to, whenever someone dies do these things as quick as possible."

He looked back again at George in the rearview mirror.
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