C16

THE VICTIM

-You killed her! You killed her! -the girl shouted at me.

-No, wait," I wanted to get closer, but she instinctively backed away. She was afraid of me, it was obvious. And it didn't look good to me at all.

Damn it.

-You're a killer!

God, those words hurt. But they wouldn't affect me because I hadn't done anything. It had all been a mix-up. A trap. Who the fuck could have done this to me?

-Listen to me, I came here and found this," I dropped the hammer so she could see I was unarmed. But the girl kept backing away until her back hit a bush.

-I'll call the police," she says, pulling out her cell phone.

-No, don't do that," I begged. I was sure there was an explanation for all this. But as I said, it didn't look good to me. First of all, he was wearing the victim's clothes and had touched the murder weapon as well: the hammer.

-I'll call the police," she repeats, holding her cell phone to her ear.

Great, now I would end up in jail.

-Wait, I... -But something happened: in the bl