It Was a Dark and Stormy Night

My tires squeal on the wet asphalt as I take a turn too fast. Rain pelts the windshield, and I ease on the brakes. I can’t see a thing, and I don’t need an accident making me any later than I already am.

I check the speedometer. When I look back, something’s in the road. I brake, but the road’s too wet for me to stop. I cringe as the car bumps over something. I pull over, grab an umbrella and a flashlight, and hop out.

I approach whatever it is that I ran over. It doesn’t move. As I get closer, I see that it’s wearing a jacket. It has hair.

I ran over a person.

My stomach twists as I turn the person over. He’s dead, but I didn’t kill him. He was shot.

Somebody murdered him.