Stanton's lover was late. Biting his lip, he looked around. At the entrance to the bus terminal, he shivered inside his jacket.
Then, his brother-in-law's car screeched to a halt just in front of him.
"Get in the back," Carlos snapped.
Obediently, Stanton opened the door and climbed into the back seat.
There, near the opposite door, was all that was left of his lover.
Stanton let our a soft cry, barely audible.
The door locked shut.
The tires squealed as the car sped away.