Chapter 131

It Is the Blood of Beef

Once Brian looked through the window and saw grandma hasting her walk and shuffling her feet as one carrying a heavy load, he slumped into the bed and feigned a deep sleep. He perceived she had seen the blood in the trunk of the car and was coming to query him.

It is the blood of a chicken Ella bought! No!

It is the blood of a mouse I killed earlier in the day!

No!

It is the blood of an auto-crash victim I helped!

Eh, no, no!

It is the blood Ella…no…no!

He hissed and kept wondering at what answer to give to her the moment she walked through that day. Or should I open up about the murder. Damn no! How would I even think of such an idea? How would grandma see me? She would definitely give up on my sorry ass. And worst of all, she would label me a ninny ass that killed a cousin, a bloodline because of a woman, another man’s wife. I would be despised for life.

“Hmmm!” he hummed, opening his eyes to face realit