be able to wait for two minutes to take off the mask. He didn’t want her to get a look at his car; he wanted the cops to keep on looking for a Dodge Charger.
He knew that he still had work to do; Fontana’s body was still in his basement. But there was no rush. He drove home slowly, taking a long route. When he did arrive back home he pulled into his garage and hit the button on the garage door opener to shut the door. He shut the engine off and sat in the dark silence of the garage for a while. He cried in the darkness. When the tears would flow no more, he got out of the car and went inside the house his daughter had never seen.