The news blares out my guilt from TVs, newspapers, the radio, dozens of places. They say I killed my wife in a drunken rage.
I found her a week ago when I came home from the night shift. Dead; beaten to death on the kitchen floor.
My neighbor called the police; said he had heard arguing; said I was drunk, and there was a terrible fight.
His lies have sealed my fate. He probably killed Alice himself. Now all I can do is run . . . until they catch me.
I found her a week ago when I came home from the night shift. Dead; beaten to death on the kitchen floor.
My neighbor called the police; said he had heard arguing; said I was drunk, and there was a terrible fight.
His lies have sealed my fate. He probably killed Alice himself. Now all I can do is run . . . until they catch me.
