The story so far:
Dispite the gash on his forhead Jared's mind raced. He already had two priors, if the police found out what happened he would be facing hard time for sure.
It had almost been an hour and the paramedics and fire department were still trying to extract the corpses from the minivan.
He had it all figured out, when the police asked him what happened he would explain that his girlfriend caught him talking to another woman. In a fit of rage she publicly humililated him, slapped him around and forced him into the car.
He rehearsed the bit about how she was screaming at him like a banshee when she swerved into the other lane. He knew she had a good bit of alcohol in her system and everyone at the party was too drunk to remember anything, so the cops had to by it. And they did.
A short time later he was at her grave with a bottle of his favorite cognac. He raised the bottle and took a swig. "Here's to you, baby!"
Even though it was dark he knew that the earth on her grave had been disturbed somehow. He didn't like the fact that the air was compleatly calm, or what the crickets stopped chirping. He especially didn't like the hot breath on the back of his neck.