by John McAuley
Highway To Hell was too easy a title to use on the first bastard I killed. Tangled Up In Blue worked better. It's a Dylan tune. I like Bob Dylan. Some of his songs are about justice.
Second bastard I killed, I called him Blood On The Tracks. Yeah, A Dylan album. Albums are longer than songs-- and that son of a bitch had a long time to think before the train cut off the parts of him I hadn't already broken.
Third one was the hardest. Couldn't get him by himself. I tailed him to the mall and got behind him on the escalator. I tapped him on the shoulder, introduced myself when he turned around, then shot him in the face. But not before fear turned his lips gray.
I'm well known around town. Figured I was I.D.'d before anyone even looked at the mall camera video.
They'll probably send SWAT. And my partner too. I hope they can't find him. I hope he went out for a beer after he got off duty.
I look at the picture of my daughter, taken the day before those three got her. She'll never see seventeen.
She'll be forever young. Just like the song.
Cars are pulling into my driveway... I turn up the volume to Knockin' On Heavens Door and hope for the best...