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

town I gathered what had happened, how that kid and his bastard friends killed your wife and that other woman, so I laid low and just kept following you to see how you tackled things.”
    “Let me help you John,” Klyne said trying to help the injured man.
    “No, Roy, my time’s come, let me be. You two beat it from here before the cops come crowding and nab you. I’ll cover up and tell them that I had a shoot out with these two bastards.”
    “But John….”
    “No, buts, Roy, beat it, I’m a dying man, even if the cops nab me I won’t last another day, go now and get out of town fast, there are others dogging you. And watch your back pal.” John said shaking Klyne’s hand.
    Klyne and Bates trotted unsteadily back to their hotel rooms, glad to be out of the scene of crime. Rebecca was waiting for them in her room. Bates was real good to her this time. It was very quiet out there. The sky was overcast, masking the moon, and they couldn’t hear anybody moving at that late hour when all the honest folks of the hotel were safely in their beds.
    “I tell you that this isn’t the sort of place to keep a young girl like Rebecca. Move out, Bill, take her far away from here.” Klyne told his friend.
    “And I tell you to mind your own business, Roy. She’s my Niece , not yours. And I do what I like with her. With two more bastards gone there’s just one more left to be taken care of, I’ll decide what to do.”
    “Okay, do as you please.” Klyne said.
    “Then….well, we’ll see. Maybe we go west. Maybe we stay here a while. But don’t let that bother you, Roy, my old friend and neighbor, because you’re going to be off by tomorrow, like you said. Off and running again after the last bastard. Right?”
    It was right.
    When he woke up that afternoon, after the disturbance of Bates’s return, Klyne had felt a great sense of relief that he was now free of the worry of having to keep part of his mind tuned to look after someone else. Now he was really going to be on his own again.
The Final Kill
    Although he was bitterly unhappy about Rebecca’s future, she was his friend’s Niece, and that was that. From what Bates had been saying, she had no other living relative, so there was no way of knowing who’d look after her if anything ever happened to her Uncle.
    Just as Klyne was trying to exit himself from the room, it was pushed back with force and a man with a gun in hand entered.
    A glance in the mirror showed him a tall, dark-haired man, dressed in a green shirt and black trousers. With a cold revolver held in his right hand.
    “Sit sit, Bates! And don’t nobody make a move else you get it!” the man said.
    “Who the hell are you? To come barging in like this.” The young girl screamed.
    The man at the door grinned exposing a dirty set of teeth. “Larry Hailey, from Carson City, the man that these two bastards are looking for.” He said. “I know you’ll be looking for me so I saved you a lot of trouble hunting for me and came here to pay my respects to you.” There was a terrifying hatred in the man’s voice.
    Klyne leaned against the far wall, feeling the prickling of tension at the back of his neck. Without being noticed he slid his hand to his pocket and thumbed the hammer of his gun back. From where he was Klyne saw his neighbor lick his lips, and his voice was only a croak when he tried to speak. He coughed and tried again, his face a white mask of terror.
    “How the hell you….?”
    “Shut up!! You stinking bastard!! Shut your lousy mouth and listen. All of you. Listen to what I got to say…..”
    There was a total and utter silence in the room. There was the creak of feet as Klyne shifted his weight from one foot to the other, but nobody looked up, paralyzed by the drama they were watching.
    Desperate, Bates rose, still facing the man with the gun pointed at him. His movement was a bit too fast for the nervous looking man. “Wait you can’t…..” those were the last words that Bates