I brought the bag down to the car and drove to a corner lot.
After making sure that I was away from monitors and people, I put the bag down and opened the boot slightly.
I moved the transparent plastic bag containing the girl, into the snakeskin bag and zipped it.
I surveyed the boot and noticed that the corners were soaked in blood. It looked like the plastic bag wasn't sealed after all.
Frustrated, I removed the whole lining and dumped it into the snakeskin bag.
A neighbor passed by and greeted me.
I was shocked witless.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"There are too many things at the back of my car. I'm going to store them at home," I explained.
He smiled and walked toward his own car.
I calmed myself down. The boot was now empty.
While I could vaguely see the iron sheet, there wasn't a trace of blood anymore.
