There was more patrolling during the day, but those people only drove by. They basically never got out of their cars.
By nine, the patrol car had already passed, and there was no one on the street. There were barely any streetlights, either, leaving
the surroundings so dark I couldn't see my hand in front of my face.
I felt my way along the wall until I reached the house. I vaulted inside and looked around. When I saw nothing amiss,
I finally relaxed and got to work.
First, I went to the living room and dragged the five stiff corpses, one by one, out to the beat-up car. Then I opened the front door and
drained some fuel from the car. Taking a large basin, I began splashing it around the rooms.
That's right. I was going to burn the house to the ground, bury the five people here, and drive the car straight
into the sea.
I sprinkled the last of the gasoline across the floor, trailing it all the way to the front door. Then I got back in the car and started it,
before taking out a match, lighting it, and tossing it onto the gasoline.
"Whoosh!"
The flames surged up. The next second, a trail of fire stretched from the doorway into the house, and it quickly began to burn.
At this point, no one should have noticed yet.
With that thought, I slammed on the gas. I didn't turn on the lights, relying on my memory to get to
the pit I'd dug as quickly and steadily as possible. Then I pulled all five bodies out of the car and threw them into the pit. I covered them with the pile of trash I'd prepared during the day, then turned around,
got back in