A Mass Murderer - Blood for blood (ADDITIONAL BOOK INCLUDED ) Read Free

said.
    Three hours later they were in Phoenix having disposed the fourth killer.
    Rebecca hadn’t changed all that much to look at in the days since her mother died. She was still several months away from her birthday, when she would be eighteen. She wore a plain dress of dark blue and her brown hair hung neatly in twin plaits, swinging gaily as she ran along the platform to meet her uncle and Roy Klyne.
    She flung her arms round Bill and kissed him, but he pushed her away, embarrassed by the emotional scene. Klyne bent down and kissed her solemnly on the cheek, then on the other cheek, feeling the softness of her young skin and fresh smell of her.
    “Hey Rebecca, you are all grown up now and looking pretty.” Klyne complimented her.
    She wanted to tell them about how her mother had passed on, and what her life had been like and how had they been and what had they been doing and where were they going and a thousand other questions.
    “Will you shut up for a while, girl, and tell us what’s a good cheap hotel.” Bates asked.
    “The one over there, “Blue sky”  She said. “I have been staying there for the last five days.”
    It was a decent family hotel, clean, pleasant and cheap, and Klyne approved it as the sort of place that he’d like to see his daughter in, If he’d ever had a daughter. The owner was a smiling little Englishman. He was glad to see them, though Klyne sensed an air of disapproval at the unshaven and whisky-smelling appearance of Rebecca’s uncle.
    After they’d signed in, Bates went up to the room he had insisted on having alone at the front, while Klyne had the room nearly opposite and Rebecca kept the room she’d had all along, down the end of the hallway. Klyne flopped out on the bed, lying back on the soft mattress, resting his head on his hands.
Hitting the Wrong Trail
    There was a gentle knock on the door.
    “Come in.”
    Rebecca walked in, looking unhappy, and pushed the door shut behind her. Klyne grinned at her, but she looked stubbornly away and went and stared out of the window at the side street which was beginning to bustle with early evening activities of the town.
    “Where’s your Uncle? Is he coming to have supper with us?”
    “Gone out. Didn’t even wait and see what I wanted to do, or talk to me at all. Mister Klyn, what’s happening, Uncle’s so different and so are you.”
    “How’s he changed? He’s still the same old Bill Bates,” he lied. “I didn’t know I’d changed at all.” And that was another lie.
    “I’m not a girl any more, Mister Klyne, not really. I’m near eighteen, and I have to help look after Uncle, Bill.” She paused and stood up, walking with a coltish grace to join him at the window. “And maybe I could look after you as well, Mister Klyne, if you like.”
    “Cut out this ‘Mister Klyne’ stuff, Rebecca. My name’s Roy and that’s what my friends call me. And that’s what I expect you to call me.”
    Without answering him she said. You’re killing the men who killed Aunt Becky and your wife, aren’t you?”
    “Well…”
    “Roy, I know that I’m not very old but you don’t have to hide things from me. I guessed that’s why you seem different, because you’re Klyne the Hunter again. Your late wife used to talk about those times.”
    “Never to me. What did she say? How ashamed she was about me in those days?”
    “No. She was kind of proud of you. If I married a man. I’d be awful proud that he was the finest cop and all that ever lived. And that all the underworld me  were scared of him.”
    “Rebecca. That is not the sort of talk I want to hear from a young woman like you.
    They found a good clean place to eat, and the evening passed easily, until he took her back to the hotel and saw her to her room.
    Klyne would have slept a whole lot less easily if he could have seen Bates during that evening and night.
    As soon as he left the hotel, Bates went off, his roll padding out to look for action in town, he knew