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Alexis remembered wanting to shriek out with a primal scream, stooped over on the railroad tracks and breathing like an animal trying to sick something up. She looked intently at the wet and pummeled pile of ruined flesh that had moments ago been a fairly handsome face. She wanted to drill this sight in, hoping in some way that the horror of seeing what she had done would keep whatever demon had possessed her from coming back.
Slowly becoming aware of the rock still in her hand, her nose wrinkled back with a wave of revulsion. She threw the weapon, hard, into the struggling shrubs and weeds a few yards off the rocks and debris of the railroad tracks. She wiped her hands convulsively on her pants.
Holding her breath, she bent down and removed the man's wallet and quickly shoved it into her own back pocket. She would remove the cash and dispose of the rest later.
Now, sitting on the trunk of a Cadillac in Southern California, Alexis sat up straight, lost in concentration.
Trying to remember quite clearly what she did next, Alexis ran over her memory slowly. Back then, she had been fighting panic, trying to figure out how to cover up what it was she had done. She thought that maybe, just possibly, if she left the body here it would look like another drunken dumb ass hit by a train. She decided to put the wallet back in that case. She was bending down to do that very thing when she reached into the wallet to pull out any sort of ID. She figured she could at least slow down the police if nothing else.
There wasn't much in the wallet; about sixty-five dollars, a driver's license, membership card to a gym...
Alexis gasped, jumping down off the Cadillac's trunk. Was that what Matthew had been talking about? Was that what they were looking for?
Inside the professor's wallet had also been a key card, the sort that are used for hotel room doors. She had taken the three cards, shoved them in her pocket and quickly walked away from the railroad tracks.
Alexis got into the car and started it up. She sat for a moment, looking grimly out the windshield before pulling the vehicle on the canyon street and heading towards the ocean.
After leaving the scene at the railroad, she hadn't gotten back home until close to dawn. Unable to shake off the adrenaline, or cope with the vicious nausea that came at her in waves, she paced her apartment for a couple of hours before heading over to Lou's place. Lou was just getting up and heading off to practice when she got there, the look of concern on his face almost tipped her precariously balanced emotions towards a tearful breakdown.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I've just been up all night with a couple of the girls."
"What's this?" he asked, peering closely at her pants. "Is that blood?"
Keeping her alarm in check, Alexis looked down at her jeans. There, bright as a stop sign, were drops of spatter.
"Yeah, rough night." She laughed, but it sounded hollow in her own ears. "We hit a fucking deer out on 32. Can you believe it? I was trying to help push it off the road, but I guess we just winged it or something because it jumped up and took off."
She could see skepticism swimming around in Lou's eyes, but he didn't challenge her.
"I'm sorry Lexy, I gotta get going. Do you wanna crash out here?"
At that moment, Alexis heard Frank's girlfriend Mary, leaving the apartment upstairs and chatting away on her cell phone.
"That's alright sweety, I'll see you later. I need to ask Mary something."