The Girlfriend by Ann-Louise Truschel

Laura was so needy; she would do anything I wanted. It was great while it lasted, but one day she insisted I leave my wife. A career-ender in a small town like this.

I met her on the mountain, knocked her out, put her in her car and turned on the ignition. The vehicle drifted down the steep road and went off the cliff at the first turn.

It took them weeks to find her.

They’re recovering the body now.

I hear a deputy say, ”Sheriff, I found her purse. Want to check for ID?”

“Be right there,” I say.

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