We are not going to see Paris today, treat perhaps never. I woke up to total chaos on the Air France flight. We were somewhere in space and there was a dead body two rows over from us in First Class. A young beautiful model with his throat neatly slit. We are heading back to New York.
The steward put a plastic sheet over him and I swear I saw him breathing, buy trying to speak… just like Tina. I have blood running down my rib and I have to figure out a way to get clean without any body noticing. Thank God I am dressed in Black and the blood (I hope) is my own.
The people on the plane are completely stunned and silent, they know one of us is a murderer and very sly. They are afraid of each other… this may help me. I tell the steward “I must use the toilet, I am going to be sick” which moves Colin into action… let’s see if I can be a method actor… as she is walking me down the isle, I just boldly stick my fingers down my throat and vomit all over my beautiful velvet sweater… for good measure I spray a couple of others passengers… who freak out and lucky me one woman starts the chain reaction. Vomit is going to save me!
They rush me to the bathroom and I wash my sweater as best I can. Fred left a little gash on my throat but that can be explained away by last night. Colin brought me a beautiful white shirt, I began to shake as if I had a chill and he wraps his scarf around me. I think I am cool. Until I see the two bloody hand prints on the window, I look at my nails… clean. Then I notice the prints are on the outside of the plane. Fred must have taken the boy out for a walk on the wing and killed him there.
The motherfucker is so sly, I took a sleeping pill. He just waited. Now he is chattering away and I feel as if I have a 103 fever. Colin is getting really concerned that I am going into shock… I try to let him know that I just do not respond to blood very well.
We are hours outside New York and the police will be waiting. Will my finger prints be on record, I have no idea… I have no clue about anything. I could be heading for jail right now… I cannot breathe. I hate him so much; I have to get rid of him. If that means I have to kill him… so be it. I know how. “Jesse, baby, do not run from me… we are in this together… it will all be fine, I left no trace of you… I have to leave you for a while… I have work to do in Springwood… that Bitch is waiting for me. Wack the Fucker my ass!”
The plane is landing and he is gone… here come the cops.