Delora’s thoughts turned slow but came out in a rush. Who had seen? She glanced about, first wildly, then more furtively as she saw no one. She stood still, mouth agape.“Delora? Lora? You with me?” Hinchey moved closer and took her arm in a firm grasp. “I didn’t mean to hurt him, I swear. It just...just...happened. I don’t know how.”“I...I know, Hinchey. I know. Wait just a minute and let me see what to do now.”What did someone do in a situation like this? Did one call the police as advised in every movie she’d seen or…?Louie lay motionless, his body twisted abnormally. Blood was pooling about the one ear pressed into the tan concrete. Oddly enough, she felt no sorrow at his death, no pity for the blow he’d suffered. A great well of release swelled low in her belly and an unbidden sigh brought the relief into being. Horrified at her reaction, she whirled away from the body and strode purposefully toward Hinchey’s car. Hinchey ran after her.“Lora? Lora? What are you gonna do?
