Maybe Archie would guess, I thought. He could guess all he wanted to, but he couldn’t talk. I was holding a murder over his head, too. A justified killing that only he and I knew about. I saw the headlights of my car coming from the other end of the bridge and I walked across the steel walk to be there when Archie drove up.
The snow was coming down harder now. Soon that dark mass over there would be just a mound. And when the sun shone again the thaw would provide the deluge that would sweep everything into the sewer where it belonged.
It was lonely standing there. But I wouldn’t be here long now. The car had almost reached the top of the ramp. I saw Archie bent over the wheel and took a last look around.
No, nobody ever walked across the bridge, especially not on a night like this.
Well, hardly nobody.
THE END