Since I’ve Safely Fled The Country, I Guess It’s Time To Tell You What Really Happened To Becca

You already know the next step of my plan. I drove Becca’s headless body to Brian’s car lot knowing the shock of the image, the fact that the body was in my car and Brian thought I was the suicidal one and the uncanny similarities between Becca and my bodies would send him into madness and off my trail for at least a day or two.

Being an unsuspicious young woman with a clean record, the rest was easy. I slipped off into the woods across the highway from Brian’s car dealership until I hit the town I knew was less than half a mile on the other side. From there, I took an Uber to the vacant lot in my hometown where I parked my old car which I drove before I bought the one off of Brian. It still ran. The whole “I needed a new car thing,” was pretty much a lie.

I took the car up through New England and across the border and have no plans to ever come back. I can’t tell you exactly where I am, but I can give you a little bit of a hint. I never would have thought four years of French class in high school and four years in college could have come in so handy.

Au revoir
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