C21 Chauncey is dead

Billy rushed back to the Bentley, armed with the Beretta and Chauncey’s keys. He drove the Bentley a few blocks away until he found a garbage dump in another one of the small valleys left by the collapse of construction. He looked through a pile of fresh corpses and found a middle-aged male about the size of Chauncey.

He dragged the corpse to the car and sat it upright in the driver’s seat. He fastened the corpse with a safety belt. Billy removed the roll of bloody toilette paper that was sitting on the front seat. He tossed it away from the car.

Then Billy went to the trunk and took out the gas can and siphoning hose he had left there for just this moment.

He clenched the hose between his teeth. He removed the cap from the gasoline can. All the windows were open. He forced the corpse’s mouth open and poured gasoline down his throat. He poured gas all over the corpse. He shook the can empty on the seats and floor. Then he went to the rear of the car and opened the cap on the gas tank. He inserted one end of the hose into the gas tank. The end of the hose hit gasoline. He began sucking on his end of the hose until he got a mouthful of gasoline. He spit it on the ground.

Then he tilted the hose into the gasoline can and let the gasoline run into it. When the can was full, he began dousing the interior of the car. Every time he filled another can, he poured it on another part of the car.

He poured it over the engine. He poured it into the trunk. He threw cans of it up under the bottom of the car.

When he was finished, he threw the can and the cap into the front seat. He put the keys back into the ignition.

Then Billy picked up the bloody roll of toilette paper he had found on the front seat. Slowly, he pulled on one end of it, leaving the roll itself a few inches away from the gas that was dripping from the bottom of the car. He pulled it carefully so the roll didn’t move.

When he felt he was far enough away from the car, he set carefully set down the end of the toilette paper. He pulled Chauncey’s lighter from his pocket and lit the end of it.

Then he took off running.