by Dan Dillard
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Greg stepped over Sandy’s leg and ignored her pleading eyes and final gasps. Her hands stuck out in front of her like she was grabbing for something. He entered the front of the police station and looked around for Robyn.
Where is she? Damnit. Damn it all. Damn the whole fucking town. Kill them all. I will…
In fact, he was beginning to enjoy it. Killing Thomas was a pleasure and stopping that old Jesus-loving-bible-thumping bitch felt really good. The phone was ringing, loud, electronic, irritating. He had all intentions of smashing the phone with the butt of his sidearm or picking up the receiver and telling whoever it was on the other end of the line to fuck right off and deal with their own problems.
I’ve got plenty of my own.
He didn’t smash the phone and he didn’t pick it up and give the caller an earful. He didn’t get the chance. As soon as he put the phone to his ear, someone was talking. The voice he heard was actually happy.
“You’re missing one hell of a party over here, Sarge,” it said. The voice belonged to Chris St. Claire. The two men had never met, but Greg suddenly felt like they’d been friends for a lot of years. He felt a smile curl on his lips.
“Is there? I could use a party.”
“I’ve killed me three already. It’s every man, woman and child for himself, Greg. There’s plenty more to kill if you hurry.”
“I just killed two of my own. You say there’s plenty more?” Greg said, his smile growing into a toothy thing.
“Plenty of blood left to spill, buddy. And did I mention the raping. The raping is glorious. It’s like an all-you-can-fuck buffet,” Chris said.
“That does sound delightful.”
“There’s plenty if you don’t hesitate. Hesitation is a death sentence now. Hesitation is weakness. Come on by and don’t wait too long.”
“I’m on my way,” Greg said.
Rusty’s screams of “Robyn!” continued from somewhere in the back of the station until his voice went hoarse. Greg left the phone off the hook and it rolled from the counter and bounced on the linoleum, dangling by its cord. He walked out the front door and disappeared into the night.