In Cold Blood

In Cold Blood

I get it, how he came to do it. It’s happened to me plenty of times. She just won’t stop talking, or doing what I tell her. All that screamin’ and cryin’ and threatening to tell my wife. I don’t know what came over me that last time, the time I had no plan, the time I got caught.

See usually I have plenty of self control, like walking away when I’m burnin’ up inside. Like at a bar. I used to drink too much and get into these fights. I’d have killed plenty more if not for my friend Ralphy. He’s bigger’n me and back then he did plenty of thinking for me, knowing I didn’t want to kill nobody in front of a barroom full ‘o witnesses. What I do is wait a day or two, ‘til the fool gets into it with a half-dozen other low-lifes that’ll look just as good for the killin’ as me. Then I watch for a day or so, get to know his habits. When there’s a good place, isolated, you know? Like a dark parking lot or street or something, that’s when I do him. I make sure he knows who he messed with and why this face is the last one he’s gonna see in this life.

I don’t use no weapons, never, just these big ‘ol hands God gave me. It’s easy to snap a neck or pop a pipe if you know what you’re doin’. It’s like this, I walk up to him, real quiet, then when I’m in position I make a noise, maybe clear my throat or even say his name. That surprises them, puts them in a small panic, then a quick pop in the middle of the face, I keep my middle knuckle raised a bit to really sting the sinuses. Nobody can deal with that. If they don’t go down they squeezes they eyes real tight and the tears flow, along with blood, usually. That’s when I get my hands around their throat and bring them down, like I said, if they ain’t already. Then I say what I’m gonna say, look ‘em in the eye the whole time and watch the fear well up, kind of come to the surface like water coming to a boil.

I get a real shiver in my chest right then, just before that moment when they know this is it for them. Now this gonna sound real bad, but I want you to know. I get this feeling in my chest, like my whole upper body is a big ‘ol penis ready to explode. My privates don’t get that, I think that’s sick, but from my throat to my waist, that what I get and there ain’t nothin’ like it. When it’s over I usually have my trunk lined in plastic and take ‘em up to this special spot I know along the lake. I got real good at knowing the rip tides and putting just the right amount of weight so they move along for a good while. OPP found one of mine up near London a few years back and pinned it on one of their own. Got a kick out of that. Canadian cop so much as said since it wasn’t a gunshot it couldn’t ‘a been from the US side. Laughed at that for days.

So when that ex-cop killed his baby momma, I 100% understand. Probably wanted her to get an abortion or move away or somethin’. More child support. You don’t mess with a man’s money. That’s what happened to me. Just got sloppy, I guess.

This is a character from one of my Mystery-Thrillers. It is not me...I don't think...