The bellhop had obvious motives to be helpful. Maybe my initial tip had been overly generous, I had been in a good mood that night, but then as things happened and my life began to spiral, he was seemingly always there to help calm her down then help move her body and then dump it in the swamp.
By then, I knew I had two options, and I had to choose, off him or give him everything as I ran and restarted.
I made my choice, turned to him, and he tipped me right over the edge of the boat.
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