It's a pisser having to be the responsible one. Yet here I was again cleaning up after my big brother. So much for being the youngest child.
I folded the woman's arms over her chest in an attempt to make it look like she was sleeping. Not that was happening considering the gaping hole in the middle of her chest.
"Just leave her and get your ass out of there before someone sees you." Dustin hissed.
I looked back over my shoulder to glare at the oaf who screwed-up again. "Damn it we can't just leave her like this. If your drunken ass hadn't shot off your mouth we wouldn't be here now. Help me or shut the hell up so I can do this. "
He snorted in the background but I noticed he did not come any closer nor did he offer to help clean up. I added another bloody baby wipe to the pile. All that was left was the face and then we wouldn't have to worry about Dustin's DNA to tracing back to him.
"Arn't you done yet," his voice hissed in my ear.
If my mother had known the things I would do when she requested I watch after him on her deathbed, I know she wouldn't have made me promise. "You're doing it again, you stupid ass. You've contaminated the body and left evidence the police can use to put your sorry self in jail. Then tell me who will want to hire a contract killer who can't keep out of lock up."
Dustin was chagrined. I knew he couldn't help it and instantly felt terrible. Richard our oldest brother got him started down this path and then gave up on him when he felt Dustin was too dumb. Richard had a point but abandoning Dustin was too much like kicking a dog. Neither of them understood what they had done or why someone they loved could hurt them.
I gathered the pile of bloody wipes and put them in a plastic bag that I carried around just for situations like this. "Look she is cleaned up. Let me just wipe down the car and then we could go."
"Thanks Janet. I don't know what I would do without you."
I sighed. What else could I do? "I know Dustin, don't worry about it."
I surveyed the scene and stomped on a couple of places that looked like they could be a footprint and decided I had done as much as I could.
We had already been here fifteen minutes and our time was running out. "Let's go."
There was nothing I could do to eliminate the tracks the pick-up would leave. Truth was I could only hope that Dustin still had that spare set of tires back at his place. If not a trip to pick and pull was in order.
We had been driving out away from my handiwork for about twenty minutes and my cellphone started chirping.
"This is Sheriff Watkins. How can I help you?"