Road Kill

“He pulled out a great big pistol and shot her in the face. Then he just rode off. Must have been some sort of mob thing.”

“Like The Sopranos,” Earl volunteered.

“Did he peel out?” Billy asked.

“Nope,” said Earl.

“Just drove away,” said Billy’s father. These two had been completing each other’s thoughts since before the Burmashave signs came down.

“Could you describe the motorcyclist?”





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