series of gruesome
murders take place in the Midwest, all seemingly connected to the
nine Kent State students by the Ohio National Guard in 1970.
The gun went
off, sending its red-hot missile into Josh’s head, which exploded in a
spray of blood. His body slid down the wall and slumped in a heap.
Second and third slugs pierced the plate. The driver slid the 1911 into
the back of his waistband. He looked at himself in the mirror and
smiled. He pumped the soap vessel and washed off the powder residue.
Reeled off the last foot of brown paper towel and dried his hands. He
looked around one last time.
“Shit, Josh, someone needs to tidy up in here.
Smells like somethin’ up and died.”
He blasted out the restroom door, nearly stumbling
over the Rott lying on the ground, convulsing. He kicked aside the
half-empty can of rat poison he’d dropped earlier. He looked left and
right to make sure he’d been unobserved, and then he crouched in front
of the suffering animal and looked at his tag.
“Shit, Brutus, didn’t old Josh tell ya too much
red meat could kill ya?” His brutal laugh cut the night’s stillness.
Then he reached around, pulled out the Colt, and delivered two shots to
the dog’s head.
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