Ergo, the Ogre

Welcome to the daily Three Things Challenge.
Use your imagination and creativity using one, two or all three words that may or may not be related. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre, though please keep it family friendly.

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Your three words today are:
CAR
TRACK
FORMULATE

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The old neighborhood was quiet as sin.

Louise cut the engine and dimmed the headlights. She let the car coast slowly and silently into the driveway that she played hopscotch on as a kid. Those days seem forever ago. She eased the car into the garage.

She’d checked the car numerous times for a tracking device. She even took it to her trusted mechanic (and brother), and he could find nothing. Louise ditched her old cell phone in the Chicago River after buying a new one. There should be no way her freak of a soon-to-be ex-husband could track her now.

This time she took great pains in formulating her escape plan. She even let hubby think that she and her mom had a big fight and were now estranged.

She glanced up and down the street. Everything seemed normal.

Once inside, Louise’s mom, Lavinia, put on a pot of coffee and got the cherry coffee cake out of the fridge. The two women chatted about this & that, carefully avoiding the topic that weighed on both of their minds. Louise would tell her when she was ready.

Louise was starting to relax. She even felt a little hungry and took a large piece of coffee cake.

The doorbell rang and Louise and her mother jumped simultaneously.

“Crap.” Louise said, her eyes filling with tears.

“Is it Sylvester?”

Louise shrugged. “Probably. He always finds me.”

“I’ll take care of it.” Lavinia got up from the table and strode purposely into the bedroom.

“Mom?” Louise called. “What are you going to do?”

“Just stay in the kitchen and be quiet.”

Louise had never heard her mother sound so forceful, so capable. It was unsettling and a bit surreal.

She heard the front door creak open, then a strange rush of air that Louise had never heard before. It was a weird sound that gave her the chills.

Silence.

“Louise? Can you come here, please?”

There’s Mom’s weird voice again. Louise rushed into the living room and gasped at the sight in the doorway.

“Honey, don’t just stand there,” Lavinia said. “Help me drag this asshole’s body inside.”

So that’s what a silencer sounds like.

“What are we going to do with him?”

“Battery acid.” She grinned.

“Mother knows best …” Louise grabbed the corpse’s arm and began dragging.