I take the towel back into the room with me, using it to open up one of his dresser drawers until I find a shirt to throw over my bare chest. The less attention I draw leaving here, the better.
Once I’m dressed again, I move back to the kitchen, grabbing a garbage bag from under the sink, and head back into the room. Using the towel, I pick up the bloody clothes and toss everything into the bag before tying it off.
I take one last look at his lifeless body covered in blood, and smile.
I will never feel bad about taking a life, but especially not his.
Once I’ve made it out of his house and put my shoes back on, I walk back down the street to my car. I double check to make sure no one is watching. Given it’s three a.m., I doubted they would be, but you can never be too careful.
Throwing the bag into my back seat, I start the car and drive a few blocks with my headlights off before leaving town.
Once I’m out of town and on the back roads, I open the app to check in on my girl. She’s sound asleep in her bed, resting easily, and it calms me all the way back to my house.
I make my way to the back by the garage and throw the trash bag into my burn pit. I strip off my shoes, socks, and even my underwear until I’m stark naked in my backyard, adding them to the pit to burn with everything else.
Lighting the pit up, I pour some accelerant on the fire so it burns hotter and faster, burning everything that has touched my body tonight. I watch it turn to ash before making my way back into the house and taking a shower.
I’ll clean the car in the morning before spending the day watching my girl, but it won’t take long. There’s a reason I have leather interior in both of my vehicles, and it’s not because it’s sleek and fashionable like my co-workers think.
I wonder what they’d do if they ever learned of my extra-curricular activities. Probably deny it to the bitter end. No one wants to know they’ve been chummy with a killer and never saw it. Especially those in law enforcement.