Rear Window Novels & Stories

“Step out of the vehicle, please.” I got out, legs shaky. “What’s going on?” He pointed toward the rear of the rental car. “Broken taillight.” I turned sharply. “That’s impossible. The car was in perfect condition when I rented it. I checked everything.” But when I got out of the car and walked to the back, my stomach dropped. The left taillight was shattered. Glass fragments littered the road behind the car. I stared at it in disbelief. “This… this wasn’t like this before.”

They only knew him as this short greedy bastard who has his hands in lots of shit and trafficked women. Gianni’s head tipped back against the seat. His eyes finally closed, just for a second, just long enough for the image of Laura’s face to flash behind his lids. Soon, a deafening crack split the air, violently. The rear window exploded inward, glass bursting like shrapnel and spraying across the backseat. The sound was so loud it seemed to rip through Gianni’s skull. He flinched instinctively, his body jerking forward as tiny shards of glass rained down around him.

Around the back, from what I could see, there was a big garden stretching out with a view on the next house. Mrs Ruth approached the door and we followed her. Now that we approached the front door, I could see the front was supported by four white pillars. The door was made out of three big glass pieces and was in black. I have to admit, as we drove here it hadn't been quite pretty. You didn't see the front of the house when you drove up the street but rather the side of it, which was completely white and only showed one small window and some small part of the front along with the garage.

everything that had happened since Makadi Street had taught him that details didn't. The rear windows were heavily tinted. There was a long scrape along the left side of the rear bumper, shallow but fresh enough that the exposed metal caught the afternoon light. A faded white circular sticker clung to the lower corner of the back window. Not a company logo. Not a permit. Just a plain white circle that looked as though it had been there for years. The license plate disappeared behind a delivery van before he could read it completely. But not before he caught the last four characters.

The mounts held firm, the base connectors intact. Avery leaned against the rear wall, her back pressed against the cold metal. She could feel the lateral force each time the vehicle turned, the subtle shift of momentum pushing her against the paneling. She closed her eyes and ran through the route from the private box to the rolling shutter one more time.

Something in the rear suspension gave with a dull crack, but the vehicle kept moving. Behind them the pursuit vehicles reached the broken gate and lost seconds navigating the wreckage. The spotlight swept wildly, then steadied again as the lead vehicle cleared the fence and accelerated after them. Reyes fired once more through the shattered rear window. The shot forced the lead driver to swerve, buying another thin margin.