The Insiders

Preface

Jeremy stood paralyzed, staring at the decomposing body. He gagged and thought about what he would do next. Putting the end of his sleave to his mouth he silently noted he couldn't call the police, that was out of the question considering one chased him to Cincinnati. He was in Oregon now, and he new he could call his sister, Ashley, except she would freak. Ashley was the kind of girl who knew a lot but kept a normal, healthy life. Drinking chocolate milk and going to work with a yellow umbrella. "Malcolm ...", he whispered aloud. He had memorized his number and it was also on his speed dial. Picking up his phone he called Malcolm, scolding himself for not taking his burner. He would have to throw his brand new phone out. "Malcolm? he said quietly. "I'm in Portland, and I found P.J's body." The line went dead, damn. He had to go, and he had to go now. Taking the legs of P.J, he dragged his body to the dumpster and threw him in. He poured the last remaining liquor he had, bummer, in with the body and lit himself a cigarette. Knowing he would only have time for a drag or two he counted to three, and then threw it in about five steps from where he stood.  He jogged the rest of the way to his car, opened his trunk and took out his kit from the back. He changed the licence plate, placing the old one with him up front and thdn he drove off.