Randy and Walter: Killers by Tristan Slaughter Read Free Book Online

a long, dark black leather trench coat with black gloves and the rest of his suit was also black leather, with leather pants and a zip-up leather shirt. Whoever this guy was, he sure didn’t seem to care about being discovered.
    He dropped the sledgehammer in front of Randy and turned to the front door to leave. Before he exited, he turned and glared at Randy with two piercing, hazel eyes. With a voice so low it could have been a whisper , he said, “Good luck cleaning this up, Randy. See ya around.”
    Before Randy could say a word, the man turned and left the house. Randy stood in the hall for a time, wondering what had just happened. Headlights from outside backed away and left, then receded down the street.
    Randy gathered his wits and went into the living room. The pummeled corpses were of Daniel, his twelve year old son, and his wife.
    Their heads had been smashed in along with pieces of their body. Their arms and legs were bent backwards the bones sticking through the skin. Pieces of their skull lay like fractured eggs on the floor, pink and grey brains oozing out like spilt jello.
    With no other options and his plan ruined, Randy quickly came up with another solution. He went into the kitchen and found a liquor cabinet. He broke open all the liquor bottles and poured the contents of each bottle around the house, making especially sure to cover the corpses. He lit a match and set the Victorian house on fire.
    As he walked down the front steps, fire brimming behind him, he n o ticed that his car was gone. Whoever the man had been, he’d stolen his car and left him at the scene of a triple murder.
    Questions poured into his mind but he had no time to wonder about them now. He heard sirens in the distance and when he turned around, the house was already a massive blaze. Someone had called the fire department and it sounded like quite a few also.
    Without hesitating, Randy began to run. He ran into the nearby woods and kept on running, leaving the burning house and the sound of the sirens far behind him.
    He didn’t stop running until he reached town. Over the far roo f tops he could see the black plume of smoke.
    His muscles and sides ached but he ignored the pain. Som e thing very odd had just occurred and he knew he needed to figure it out.
    He had to find out who that guy was.
    He sat for a moment, withdrew a cigarette from his pants pocket and lit it. As he sat there questioning the past events and drawing in the smoke from the filtered cigarette, he heard more sirens coming his way. He quickly jumped backward into a ditch lining the road and got flat on his stomach. Fire trucks were on there way to Daniel’s house along with more cops and an amb u lance. He wondered for a second if maybe the guy who’d left him holding the bag had called the cops. Whoever this guy was, he’d just tried to set Randy up.
    He didn’t know why, but by the way events had played out, he had a feeling whatever the guy was up to, this was only the begi n ning.
    A few hours later, Randy was still walking along the sidewalk. Although he was now in the town proper, he still was far from his home. As he walked, he noticed a familiar sign lying in the middle of the parking lot. He walked over to it and gasped. The sign read, Rapture Bar .
    The Rapture Bar was the bar he’d been beaten nearly to death in so many years ago. As he started to remember something, headlights flooded him. He flung himself out of the way as the car skidded to a halt right where he was standing a half second ago.
    As his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw it was his car. The front driver side door opened and a man got out. He looked at Randy, who was lying in the parking lot, shaking and afraid. The man threw Randy his car keys which landed beside him.
    He smiled at Randy and said in that same, quiet voice, “Co n grats, Rand ’, you escaped. Don’t worry about the corpses in your basement; I got rid of those for ya, too. I’ll be seeing you again real soon.