Zyprexa

Then she got into her car and drove.She was searching for a place to die.The road led to her beginning.

To Greensville, where she grew up."I thought, where can I park my car where it will be difficult to find me?

"She pulled in behind an industrial building on Brock Road.

It was pouring and cold.

Foggy.

She considered walking into the forest and taking the pills there, but chose to stay behind the steering wheel.

She opened a bottle of water, reached into her coat pocket and pulled out the pill bottles.

Sixty tablets in each.

It was 7:30 p.m.She began swallowing.She wasn't going to be a good mother.

So Joshua would be better off dead.Rebecca didn't leave a note.

Didn't even think of one.

She did, however, unlock all four car doors."To make it easier to get to me."As the pills took effect, Rebecca felt "more and more tired." At peace."I felt relief.

Relief that it would end."She lost consciousness.When Rebecca was 30 minutes late coming home from her meeting, Peter knew.

He checked for her pills.

He phoned the police.

Told them they needed to take his missing person report very seriously.They did.At 9:30 p.m.

an all-car bulletin went out.

Every cop on duty was told to watch for Rebecca.

They were given her plate number.

Constable Chuck Beasley memorized it.After 30 years on the job, he's learned being able to recall a licence plate quickly can buy some crucial time.Beasley is a great guy.

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