Don't Cry, My Darling
There were a lot of people there, and he slowed down and took several looks at them.
I was clutching the lucky charm in my hand.
He probably hadn't seen me. If he had, he would have recognized it as the gift he had given me.
Ansel wanted to see me, didn't he? The nameless corpse lying on the ground was me.
Ansel only stepped on the accelerator and sped off when the car behind him honked.
The next day, when dawn had just broken, he received a call from his friend.
"Ansel, we tracked Julie down to the intersection of Wall Street on the day you returned to the country. There's been no sign of her after that.