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Tim Kizer
     
    When
a serial killer hitches a ride one sunny day in a beautiful California valley,
he does not suspect that he may have met his match, who is dead set to take
another life. The battle of wits begins and only the most devious mind will
survive.
     
    Hitchhiker
    #
    Not so cocky now, are you, pretty boy?
    He was staring at the body of a young tanned man lying
in front of him in the thick grass. He had stabbed this guy twice in the chest
three minutes ago and now was making certain that the good-looking stranger was
actually dead. So far he had not noticed any signs of life, which pleased him
very much. Squatting, he searched the dead man’s pants pockets and spent a
while studying his findings. According to the driver license, his
twenty-six-year-old victim’s name was Devon Hill.
    Well, you picked the wrong day to
hike alone in the woods, Mister Hill.
    Besides the license, the wallet contained a few plastic
cards and about a dozen dollar bills; he put the cash in his jeans pocket. He
decided he would burn Devon’s cards and ID when he got out of the forest. With
all these CSI wizards around, you could not be too careful and mere shredding
was not enough. Then he pocketed the coins he had dug out along with the
wallet. It was eight state quarters: Minnesota, Virginia, Massachusetts,
Oregon, Tennessee, Rhode Island, Arkansas, and Delaware. As he wiped the bloody
knife blade on Devon’s T-shirt, he looked around, cautiously, as if the danger
of being spotted was real. Well, there was no human being as far as the eye
could see. Before rising to his feet, he tossed his knife, Devon’s wallet and
keys in the bag. He could neither keep these three items, nor leave them near
the corpse since they were evidence now. He would throw the potential
prosecution exhibits in a pond or a river on his way out.
    One hour later he was standing on the side of the
freeway, waiting for a tender-hearted driver to give him a lift. It was not too
long that he saw an oncoming car, a graphite metallic Chevrolet Malibu, and
started waving. He was a bit surprised when the vehicle pulled over and the
driver asked him where he was heading. 
    Well, let’s hope it is going to be a
fun ride.
    #
    “You can put your bag in the back of the car,”
instructed the driver.
    “Okay.” He carefully placed his bag on the rear seat and
shut the door.
    “So you are going to Redding?” the driver said,
pressing the gas pedal. He appeared to be around thirty and wore blue washed
jeans and a grey short-sleeved shirt.
    “Yeah, Redding,” he answered.
    “My name’s David.” The driver offered his right hand
for a handshake.
    “Ron,” he replied and shook David’s hand.
    “Pleasure to meet you, Ron.” The driver flashed a
sincere smile, which gave Ron a tingling warm feeling in his stomach and chest.
Ron thought it would be difficult to make himself murder this guy without some
sort of penitence.
    He could kill him when they made a stop at an
uninhabited spot down the freeway. He could arrange that stop easily: he would
say he badly needed to pee or throw up. What was he going to do with the car?
This Malibu was nice, and he could use it for a couple of thrilling chores.