THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



Interview of Admittance...

"How exactly did you do it? They all seemed so much larger than you." The interviewing detective asked the woman.

"I drugged them." She responded matter of factually. Her red lipstick shining from the rooms overhead lights. She was stunning.

"I see, and how did you dispose of the bodies?"

"I didn't for a while. I would July the body first."

"'July the body'... what do mean?"

"When I knew for certain that one was completely out I would burn his body with a large butane lighter... like the ones used for cigars... I'd burn the skin completely in small circles; it's called 'Julying'."

"Okay.That's certainly, uh, creative. What was your motivation?"

"They were disgusting individuals." She stated while smoking a brown cigarette. Her eyes rolled as she spoke.

"Then what."

"You know the rest detective."
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