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I’ll never forget
the night that Willy Lockhorn got out of jail.
When I heard that
he’d gotten out my first reaction was to go to my local watering hole. News like this made my throat dry and called
for celebration. After two years Willy was finally free. After two years of waiting I’d finally get a chance to kill
him. I walked to the bar it was only two blocks away from my house. When I walked in the first thing I saw was Willy
Lockhorn, sure as Sunday sitting at the table that faced the door. Like he’d been delivered to me.
Sitting there like
he hadn’t done a thing in the world. Acting like he’d been on a two-year vacation. His greasy long hair covering
half of his dirty face. Wearing the same dirty red flannel and stained blue jeans the day he got sent away. I closed the door
and took a few steps forward. I saw his hand wrapped around his bottle of beer. I saw the grime and dirt that was lodged under
each of his fingers. The waitress came over and took his old bottle that had his greasy fingerprints on it. She set a fresh
one down. I watched as he tried to conveniently misplace his fingers so they’d be around her ass. I thought of my sister.
Willy followed her for over a week, hiding in bushes or trees. Calling her on the phone at all hours of the night. Two days
before I rattled him out of his hiding space. I threatened him, warned him and even roughed him up some. If you think that
stopped him, it didn’t. Two days later he broke into her apartment and raped her. Watching him in the bar I could see
what he did. His filthy hands touching her, his filthy tongue on her face, I could see it all. I could’ve seen more
but I chose not to.
I thought of his
trial.The prosecutor was awful good but Willy’s court appointed attorney was better. Willy’s lawyer was sharp
all right, he found a technicality that made all but the lowest of charges go away. Not even the rape kit was admissible.
In the end Willy only ended up getting two years. Justice for my sister was two years. That’s when I knew there were
two guilty parties one was the lawyer. His lawyer wasn’t the one who had to rush over and sit with her when the nightmares
came. He wasn’t the one who took her to shrink after shrink. The lawyer didn’t come home one day to find his sister’s
pelvis shot out over his bathroom wall.
Did you know she wanted
to be a doctor? Would’ve made a damn fine one to. He didn’t know that. All he knew was that he had a client to
defend. Willy’s lawyer also knew damn well that he was guilty. His professional ethics wouldn’t allow him to throw
the case or botch the defense. After burying the last of my family I decided to pay him a visit. I was real careful with him.
I made sure there was no evidence of any kind. The cops didn’t even give me a second look. Nobody did except his kids.
I don’t know how but they knew I was the one who killed their daddy. They kept their mouths shut though. Like me they
wanted their own justice and I’ll be Goddamned if they didn’t get it.
I was careful with
the lawyer but I knew I wouldn’t be with Willy. When I saw his hand going for the waitress I pulled out the revolver
I had in the back of my pants and fired. Two of the three slugs passed through the dirty flannel shirt. The third pushed his
rotten brain out through the back of his head. I didn’t make any resistance for the sheriff when he came for me. I told
him everything; my trial was a week later.
Here’s where
his kids get their revenge. I don’t hate them for it, they probably never knew. All they knew about me was that I killed
their father. The older one was the prosecutor; she did a great job of convincing the jury of Murder One. The lawyer I got
was a certified legal idiot, I think he even helped her along. Her younger brother was a state senator who helped get the
death penalty legalized. I just happen to be the state’s first customer.
Couple
of days from it now actually.
Yes
sir, I think the last thing I’m going to think about is the night Willy Lockhorn got out of jail.
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