The tire smoke looked all convoluted through the broken windshield, but the smell left no doubt that the tires did their job and shut the Mustang down. "Glad it's a rental." he thought as he pushed the door open. He stood on the bridge, and scratched his head. The sign said "Bridge Out" but it's not, it spans the creek perfectly. That feeling came back to him, his "Spidey Sense", and the hair stood up on his neck again. He reached for the Glock but then remembered he put it in the seat next to him.
He turned and started to run for the car, he just about made it before the shot rang out and the bullet put a crease in his forehead. As the dawn turned to dusk, and dusk to dark he hears her laughter ringing in his ears. His last thought was that now she would never get what she wanted most in the world.