About ten minutes later, the monster came out, pushing a cart that held three plastic bags. It took out a key, aimed it at the car, and the trunk lid slowly lifted up.
With the bags loaded in the trunk, the monster slammed down the lid and walked the cart to the corral. Matthew gnashed his teeth and scratched at his arms. Why did it have to do that? People just left the carts any which way in the parking lot.
It looked at its watch. “Whoa! I’d better hurry.” It opened the car door and got in.
The engine turned over, and the monster put the car in gear. The car went forward about a half dozen feet, and then began to jerk and shudder. Within seconds it had stalled out.
Perfect.
Matthew held his breath, poured some chloroform on a washcloth, and tucked the cloth into his back pocket. He strolled casually to the driver’s side and tapped on the window.
“Having a problem?” he asked when the window rolled down.
“Matthew! I guess so. I never had any trouble with Lucy before—”