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Entwined by Brian Tobin from the Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine June 2015 edition.

On September 12th, 1994, in my second week of college, I killed Russell Gramercy.

In the last 18 years, how often have I gone over at all?

Pearl Jam, the orange traffic cones, the young woman in white short shorts, the sound of kids playing, and then.

I had been driving alone back to my dorm from the lake. Despite what people claimed later,

I had not been drinking, not one drop. I want to be clear about that. Even though there were

coolers full of beer at our blanket, I was not intoxicated. It was about 5.30 on a beautiful, balmy

afternoon, the last twinge of summer in upstate New York. I wasn't speeding,

nor was I driving in a careless, reckless, or negligent manner, which is the criteria for

negligent homicide. A song I loved, Pearl Jams Alive, came on the radio, and I took my hand

off the two position of the 10 and 2 driving stands I had so recently been

taught in driver's ed. I reached down and turned the volume up from loud to really loud.

I was barely aware of the pedestrians on the sidewalk. They were indistinct, background.

Vaguely, I registered the sign, road work ahead. However, my registering Daria Gramercy's ass was anything but vague.

She was wearing white short shorts.

Seen from behind, she was breathtaking.

This figure of lust, I can't describe it in any nicer way that reflects better on me,

was walking with two males.

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