Free A Mass Murderer - Blood for blood (ADDITIONAL BOOK INCLUDED ) by Sara Wood

BLOOD FOR BLOOD
The Home Coming
    With the killer preacher left to burn in his own church. Ex-cop Klyne, better known as ‘the Hunter’ and his friend Bill Bates were now on the way out of town as they found that very soon they too might end up with the same fate if they were to hang around in town, more over their task was over and as such there was no necessity for them to stay any longer in that wretched town.
    As things were getting a bit heated up and as matters were shaping up too close for comfort Klyne decided to let things simmer down for a while.
    “Damn it, Roy, We aren’t playing some kind of baby, kiss-your-hand game! Our wives were brutally killed. And we got to get the dogs that done it.” Bates reminded his friend.
    “I’m not forgetting that, Bill.” Klyne’s voice was deceptively calm. “But I reckon that when the heat is on it is best we give it a rest, it is best that we head home and lye low for a while.”
    Muttering angrily to himself. Loud enough for Klyne to hear it “Find some two bit whore and get himself screwed, and get all soft. Damned if he aren’t turning yellow.”
    Klyne jammed his foot hard on the brakes and brought the vehicle to a stop. “Get down.”
    “What?”
    “I said for you to get down.”
    Bates shivered despite the heat of the day at the icy menace in his friend’s voice. He turned in the seat, trying to get a grin in place, but finding that it didn’t hold on top of all that fear.
    “Now, Roy. I didn’t mean nothing by that. I was just funning a mite and….”
    “If you don’t get down and face me, Bates, then I’ll shoot you in the back like the dog you are. And that’s the only kind of death you merit.”
    “Roy. Roy? I’m right sorry for saying that. I reckon that it’s better if we stick together. At least till this whole thing’s over.”
    “Right. One more word like that, and I’ll gun you down, Bill. Think on that. The days when I was just a good neighbor are gone. Maybe gone for ever. That one night back home done changed all that. I’m not the man I was once, and don’t you forget it. I think I’m going back to the way I was when I was younger and in the police force. Maybe not so nice, but I don’t have a Hell of a lot of choice. When we get home, then we do things my way. Quick and clean. Right?”
    They didn’t exchange another word all the way home each deep with his own thoughts.
    On the way Bates had asked Klyne to at least stick with him until they got back to their homes. The next man they had intended to go for was the man from Memphis, Barry Barton. But first they had other things to do. Both had agreed that it was senseless to try and keep their homes going.
    Klyne intended to leave anyway, now that Louise was no longer there to provide him with a reason for sticking down roots and Bates was finding that life wasn’t all that hard for him without Becky. They always intended to move westwards, and they had a fair amount of money salted away. That money was being fast whittled down by Bates. But there was still enough to live it up on, and selling the house should make a little more.
    They both had friends in their home town who would arrange for the two properties to be sold. Prime land close to the new Railway station should fetch a good price, particularly as they had signed a document agreeing to sell the two parcels together and that way make more money.
    It was near evening when they got to the outskirts of the town, the sunset behind them throwing the jagged mountains into red-tipped silhouettes.
    “Hell! It’ll be full dark when we get back, maybe those security guys you have employed to look after the houses while we were away will hear us coming and reckon we’re some trespassers and blast us.” Bates said.
    “There won’t be no cops poking around. That’s to the good. We don’t know what’s been going on here after we wiped out that Nathan boy. Maybe his Pa’s got men after us.” Klyne stated.
    “I don’t