Run For Cover...

What should I do?  Obviously this looks bad.  Of all the people on earth, I would have never harmed a hair on her pretty little head.  I wouldn't conceivably kill anyone unless it was in self-defense.  This is a mess!  I don't even have time to grieve over losing one of the most important women in my life.  Should I hide her body so I have time to figure this out?  Or should I call the cops and pray that justice is served?  I don't have an alibi because I don't remember what I was doing.  I need to contact my friend but I don't even know if he's alive.  I'm sure there's all kinds of evidence linking me to her body; after all we were lovers and before I went out, we had wild crazy sex.  But why would someone set me up?  Did I kill her? Noooo.  The funny thing is that I don't remember drinking all that much.  There's only one person that I can trust at this point.  I'm sorry princess but I have to leave you here.  I love you and I'm going to make sure that whoever did this burns in Hell.  The sound of sirens approaching was getting louder and louder.  I should probably take some pictures of the scene just in case.  I better take her cell phone; maybe she called someone or someone called her that has a clue about what could have happened. Leaning over the trunk, "I love you, good-bye," I said and ran as fast as I could until I dropped out of sight.  Right about then several cop cars pulled up and officers jumped out with their guns drawn...

OMG!

I woke up in my car.  It was parked on some sort of hilltop.  I don't remember driving but somehow I managed to find my way here.  I was breathing heavy and my head was pounding.  I remember going to a bar but it gets fuzzy after that last drink.  Why would I park here?  I live all the way across town.  I looked in my rear view mirror and saw some kind of clothing sticking out of my trunk.  I struggled to sit upright because my head was spinning.  I grabbed the steering wheel to pull myself up.  I must have had one too many shots.  I summoned the strength to open my door and stand up.  I didn't pick up my dry cleaning today so I can't imagine how my clothes got in the trunk.  I got out of the car to see what was going on.  I opened the trunk and fell to my knees.  This can't be!  This isn't possible!  My heart grew heavy and I couldn't move.  I stood up and saw her with my own eyes.  Her body lay motionless in my trunk.  I tried to wake her up to no avail.  I checked for a pulse and it was non-existent.  Oh my gosh!  She's dead and her blood is all over my clothes....