Excerpt:

There is a body in the back seat of the rental car. Chances are good that it has begun to drip blood on the upholstery, but I do not quite have the heart to check. I hate stains, and besides, that was rather nice leather. Certain sacrifices must be made, though, when you kill someone out of town.

I begin to imagine I can hear the slit throat of the man in the back dripping, slowly. Upon finally turning around, I realize that I was not in fact imagining such a sound. There goes the deposit on the rental. And the further I drive, another issue becomes quickly apparent. The thing about dead bodies: they refuse to stay upright. So this one continues to slump further and further down the seat. He’ll have blood on the floor mats soon enough, and we can’t have that. Clearly, a seating rearrangement and a taco are both in order.

The greasy Mexican restaurant’s parking lot is deserted, thank god, and the chance of anyone seeing us from the freeway is relatively slim. Upon opening the back door of the white hybrid, I can see that there is not way to do this gracefully. I opt for an under the arms approach. By the time the dead man is half out of the vehicle, I have blood on my suit. After much struggle, a vain attempt to avoid further stains, and a small amount of crude language, the body has been moved. For whatever reason, no one bothers with bodily fluids so long as they are in the trunk. A quick wipe down of the back seat and removal of the suit jacket later, and the situation seems to have improved immensely. There is no time like the present for a fish taco.

The body is to be dealt with later and the taco is to go. Cheap Mexican food happens to by my culinary Achilles heel, although I normally make a habbit of frequenting institutions, food or otherwise, or a high caliber. I return to my car and leave the conveniently placed restaurant. Humming along on the freeway, ten miles per hour faster than is strictly legal, and I can finally put the top down. The breeze is pleasant, and there is a serendipitously appropriate care free song on the radio.

There really is nothing like an afternoon murder to kick off the weekend.