The gas station attendant was helping him fill up his car. What timing. It was a hot summer’s day, the sweat trickled down his forehead, and he was anxious to get going. The two of them stood awkwardly at the back of his truck waiting for his tank to get full. Drip. Drip. Drip. “Sir, I think your car is leaking.” They both looked down to see a red liquid drip down onto the pavement. The gas attendant didn’t know that there were 3 bodies in the trunk - and the driver was going to keep it that way.