"It's just like this," he said. "Put the car into reverse ... yes, that's it ... now swing the wheel back. You got it."

She shivered under her sweater. "I just don't understand why we're doing this," she said, fidgeting with the gear selector. "Wouldn't it be better if we just, you know, shot him?"

The tires rolled over the 'speed bump' and she tried not to listen as a bone cracked.

"That would look like murder," he mentioned. "At least this sort of looks like an accident."

"That's not what the guys on CSI say," she muttered darkly as she put the car into drive and drove over the body again.

My kingdom for a door. I wanted to write for 5 minutes and in that time Michael came in here and interrupted me twice. No wonder I never get anything done.