Richard dug 3 unmarked graves in the last month. One for each body he found in his trunk.

A mugger, a hooker, and a homeless man he knew from the park. He never remembered how they died.

He stepped down into his 4th grave holding a revolver. He lifted the muzzle of the gun to his temple. Darkness followed.

He woke without clothes in his bed as though he’d showered, a towel around his waist. As he peered from his bed to the bathroom, blood trailed from the tub. This one wasn’t in his trunk.