The thing about bridges was they had an over and an under. What people tended to forget was there was also an in between. But the go-overs never looked down, and the go-unders never looked up. Worked just fine for me. Meant it usually took them longer to find the bodies.
Crows knew about the in between. And they weren’t shy neither. Probably why I liked them.
Waited until dark to drive up the bridge. Sides were too steep to make the trip on foot, especially where you were carrying a load. It was late, and a weeknight, so not many people out. Made things easier; got called out as a jumper once. Damn near impossible to convince the brats I wasn’t there to off myself. Good thing they took the hint, otherwise I’d have had to get more rope, and the stores were never open this late.
Stopped at the top of the bridge and got the load out of the trunk. Black plastic crackled as I dr