The Last Hour of Don Lewis

Leaving for Costa Rico: Left for Dead

Walking. A part of my job is to walk to cages and provide for my feline friends. More like children to me really, but I never realizing how much walking out a toll on my aging body. After another 20 minutes, finally got to my spot and waited for my driver. It was a pain, but I knew it was required, the only way. Throw em off, throw em all off to hell. As soon as I put the keys into the ignition to nowhere would be a different experience to abandon her like that, all in the plan. My ride was supposed to be here 5 minutes ago and was feeling my heart-rate go up. It's OK, everything going fine I had to tell myself. This walkin sure was a hefty price on me to escape Carole, worth every goddamn second asking me. Cruel Carol. Crude canieving carol. Carol the cu-, my ride finally pulled up. "Hey, Don", said the man. I couldn't recognize the man first but soon found out. With a simple hey and I went to sit shotgun when I realized the less witness wouldn't hurt, so I shut the side front door and headed for the back. I didn't want this man to think I was strange but I knew I've failed that the second I found him. My sister Jane's ex-husband, they both knew the marriage was failing and remained good friends, I discreetly had him come by for my get away. "Just curious, any reason you needed me to do this? Jane wasn't detailed on the phone for any uh this." The man (Dave), rather awkwardly shoved out. This line of questioning only grew my inward paranoia. Going through my alibi's in my head I forgot this one and panicked only to say, "Just needed your help, Carole being too busy and all." I could see Dave's eye hit me through the rear view mirror but I dare stare back at them, my peripheral vision was cursed the last few months, I'll say that. Your wife stealing your gun and threatening you. That Carol didn't think I'd notice her stuffing my pistol into her panty drawer with the most guilty look on her face. I gave her everything it all and she thinks that her fat little face can just come in her an-. "We're here Don". He parked the car right outside the sanctuary, right before the gates, right before my death march. As much as she deserved it, I needed her some closure, a final statement. I walked up to the door, seeing carole peek out of the window and slowly opening the door. "Hey, Carole. I'm going to leave early, early, early in the morning so we need lots of vans prepared. I turned away, to go feed the northside cages-

"No, I don't think you will".

Carole Baskin proceeds to pull out a .357 magnum pistol and shoot Don in the neck and head a total of 4 times.  She cleans up the crime scene and plops that sucker down into her meat grinder. After about 20 minutes of grinding, the power suddenly shuts off and she realizes Don's femur is jamming and breaking the machine. She feeds the cats everything else and then makes a phone call.  "Hey Kathrine (an intern), I think we need to install a septic tank for the sanctuary".