*WARNING: THE CONTENTS IN THIS CHAPTER ARE SENSITIVE AND MIGHT MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.*
The driver dropped dead on the steering wheel as blood oozed out from the hole in his forehead .
Miguel held his arm out and looked down at the blood staining the palm of his hand. A thick red liquid filled up the space between his index finger and thumb, and he pulled a disgusted face.
"Well, that was disgusting." He said with disdain. "And now I have to buy another shirt."
He opened the door of the van , walked out into the bright sunlight and closed the door locking Esmeralda inside. He opened the door of the driver seat and let the driver's body fall to the ground.
His eyes scanned the deserted area around him to make sure nobody was around to witness his crime .
He entered and sat on the driver's seat behind the wheel with a smile on his face. "This was too easy" He mumbled as he started the engine of the car and drove off.
