Fender Bender Page #5

Ha, I'm scared of you.

Yeah!

F***ing b*tch.

Did you change your mind?

So how are you gonna explain this later?

Thought you said no more trouble.

Uh.

I tripped over it in the dark, right?

If it weren't for my dancer catlike

reflexes, I would've been a goner.

Yes, I like this new you.

See, I told you there's a good explanation

for all that crazy sh*t earlier.

It was just the a**hole the entire time.

Yeah, it looks like it, huh.

Puts the creep in creepy,

that's for goddamn sure.

Yeah.

You know, despite his sociopathic

and stalker-like tendencies,

I think it would be a shame to let

his lame attempt at apology go to waste.

Right?

I mean, that would just be downright rude.

And besides, this is a celebration.

Celebrating what?

- You.

- Me?

Yeah, to, um, to...

new beginnings

and clear skies ahead.

At least tomorrow.

Well, blow, b*tch.

Alright.

Let them eat loser cake.

Mm.

Mm, mm, mm. Mm!

Thank you.

Mm, and this piece is mine.

Mm, ah.

Mm, oh, my God, this is so good.

Uh, it kind of is good.

Well, don't, don't tell that dip yet.

It's probably my parents.

Hello.

Hilary?

Yes.

Hi, hon, this is Mrs. Davidson calling

you back from Lifetime Insurance.

Oh, hi.

I'm sorry to be calling you

so late, sweetheart.

Oh, no, no, that's fine.

It's just that, something came up

with the information you gave me earlier.

You know the driver that hit you today?

And I wanted to speak to you about it.

It's something,

it's kind of strange actually.

Um, is everything okay?

Well, you know to be honest,

no, not really.

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, fine.

What is it?

Well, the agent over at Reliable who

actually handles the person's account

called me back personally

to tell me that the insured driver

you know, who you told me

was named Jonathan Barker.

- Yeah.

- Well, the account actually belongs

to someone named Jennifer Barker,

a woman, Hilary,

and there's really no way

to say this delicately, honey,

so I'm just gonna come out with it.

Okay.

She was just found murdered yesterday

at her home at the address

you gave me, matching exactly.

What?

Yeah, and all the other information

you provided, it checks out as hers, too,

the plate number,

driver's license number, phone number,

absolutely everything.

Except...

But obviously it couldn't have been her

who gave it to you, sweetie,

so who was that man that did?

Mrs. Davidson?

Hello?

Whoa, what's going on?

I don't feel right, I don't feel right!

Rachel, run! Run, go, go, go, go!

I don't feel right...

I've got you, I've got you,

it's okay. You got it?

Here, stay with me.

You're fine, come on.

I've got you.

Come on! Come on, come on!

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