You Killed Me First

by John Marrs

‘What? Why? What did I do to you?’ The laugh is short and cuts like a blade. ‘I’ll tell you what you did. You killed me first.’

I press a button to override the automatic braking system and pull wide so that a third of the car is on the other side of the road, close enough to brush up against her and scare the hell out of her. But before I get the chance to think twice, it happens. I clip her.

‘As you well know, I’ve never disposed of anyone,’ I reply. ‘This is a first for me.’ ‘Likewise,’ Drew replies. ‘I’ve never been asked for advice on where to bury myself.’

This morning, Margot, Anna and I have finally met one another for the first time. The killer, the attempted murderer and the blackmailer.