When the song came on, Bill immediately started to cry. I had a strong suspicion it had something to do with Melinda, but I wasn’t sure I could ask. Mainly because I didn’t think he would answer truthfully. Ever since Melinda’s disappearance, Bill had been acting oddly, but wouldn’t give any clues away. As was his custom. He was the most honest person I had ever met, but also kept most things close to his heart.
As Bill continued to cry, I pulled the car onto the shoulder and turned my body toward him. I wasn’t going to let him get away with it this time. He would either tell me what was going on or he was going to have to walk the entire way home.
“Bill. Tell me.” If I could have crossed my arms across my chest, I would have. Instead, I laced my fingers together and put them on my lap.
“I can’t. I can’t. If I do, they’ll kill me too,” Bill whispered as tears started to fall. He didn’t look at me, but instead looked down at his lap.
“Who? Bill, what happened to Melinda? What haven’t you told the police?”
Before Bill could say anything else, a gunshot pierced the silent night and I put the car in gear before anything else could happen. All of a sudden, I knew who they were and what exactly had happened to Melinda.