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in
the trunk. What if a car pulls alongside of you and sees a female
tied up in the backseat?”
     
    She did have a point. Still, he couldn’t see
putting Saundra in his trunk. The drive across town was not long
enough for him to figure out what he would do once he got here.
Now, he might be in a possible situation he couldn’t get out of.
Maurice looked down at Saundra. Tears were flowing out of her eyes
and she shuddered. Maurice swallowed rigorously. Who was he? How
had he come to this?
     
    “ Jasmine, maybe we should
let her go.”
     
    Jasmine’s eyebrows rose with surprise. “Why
would we do that?” she asked.
     
    “ Look at us; look at you.
Are you this person?”
     
    Jasmine huffed and sighed exasperated. “Of
course not! I let my madness get the best of me and killed Teresa
by accident.”
     
    “ Accident?” Maurice asked
skeptically.
     
    “ Yes, accident, I wasn’t
trying to kill her -- just beat the brakes off of her. What can I
say? She knew I was in love with you, but she had sex with you
anyway. She always did stuff like that and she got what was coming
to her!”
     
    Saundra listened as Jasmine ranted. Maurice
felt sorry for Jasmine. He never knew Jasmine had strong feelings
for him. If he did, he would’ve told Teresa to come to his house.
He wasn’t the type of guy to stir up drama.
     
    “ Now, it’s too late to let
her go. She knows too much. Do you want to go to jail -- or better
yet, prison for the rest of your life?”
     
    Maurice definitely didn’t want to go to
prison, but he didn’t want to keep up this charade, either.
     
    “ That’s what I thought,”
Jasmine said, taking Maurice silence for his answer. “Now, put her
in the trunk.”
     
     
     
     
     

Part 4
     
    One hour later . . .
     
    In the parking lot of a Super 8 motel,
Maurice took in everything that just happened. When he woke up this
morning, he had no idea he would be in this mess by the day’s end.
His parents didn’t raise him this way. He grew up in church and
even sang in the choir. He was taught to love people and honor and
obey God, so what was he doing? He watched as Jasmine parked and
went into the motel. She wanted to go into the wooded area to find
a place to bury Teresa and Saundra, but Maurice talked her out of
it. He still needed time to get his mind right. Realistically,
there was no way he could go through with this. Telling her to get
a room so they could just calm down and be alone for a while seemed
to peak Jasmine’s interest. Using people was not his forte, but
Jasmine gave him no other choice. She was dead set on getting rid
of the girls. On the other hand, Maurice was no longer feeling it.
Sure, he had partied, been with different girls at different times,
but killing and burying people was for someone with no soul. He
condemned himself for not pulling off with Saundra when he had the
chance. Even though he was a man, peer pressure was a beast. Now he
would have to figure out a way to get Saundra out of this.
     
    The thought of going to prison resounded
through his mind. Maurice tried to shake it off, but to no
avail.
     

You don’t want to go to jail or prison,
do you? Jasmine’s words kept repeating.
     
    She was right, but so was he. This road was
particularly dark. There were three cars in the parking lot. The
last sign of life was on the last exit. It was like Jasmine knew
her way around this area. He wondered if she had done something
like this before. It sent chills down his spine wondering about it.
She was so cold. To think Jasmine did all this because she was ‘in
love’ with him was insane. He felt sorry for her future husband,
whoever he would be.
     
    There were two streetlights next to the
hotel at the entrance, just enough light to be seen coming into the
office. The rest of it was in complete darkness. Maurice checked
his glove compartment. The three-eighty his dad bought him for
Christmas last year had a chrome barrel. He only fired it on the
range and