DARK and DEADLY
Chapter One
Five years later
Grunting with the effort, he hefted the bundle
from the trunk and into the wheelchair. He hadn't expected
the body to be this heavy. It wasn't like the guy
was fat or anything.
He was sweating like a pig by the time he got to the
church door. Nudging it open, then kicking it shut
behind him, he let the wheelchair topple as he dragged
Todd's solid weight backward toward the altar. The
round hole in the corpse's forehead stared at him accusingly,
like an eye from another world.
He ignored it.
As much as he'd enjoyed the actual killing, he
hated having to go to the worst parts of town to buy
unregistered, illegal guns. Dealing with those people
was distasteful.
"You may have had everything, you prick," he
grunted to the dead man, finally tossing him on the
steps leading to the pulpit. "And because of you, I got
nothing. But thanks to me-" he laughed now, still
wheezing from the effort as he arranged Todd's limp
hands-"you never got to enjoy it. Not one bit. Not
really."
He placed one of Todd's hands at his crotch, the
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