Through the kitchen window, I watch the activity in my driveway. I wonder if Officer Thibodeau realizes how many lies I told her tonight. I can’t imagine it had anything to do with me. That’s the biggest lie of all. Of course this has to do with me. What I don’t know is what message the body in my driveway was meant to convey. Is it to terrify me? Or is it a gift, the same way a cat brings you a dead mouse? A way to tell me: We took care of your little problem. You’re welcome. I have two options to choose from, each one leading in a very different direction.
