Notes for future chapter

David held the rope, it was held fast around the targets neck. He didn’t hesitate, he didn’t falter one bit. David cocked the 357 Magnum, he had loaded it with 38 rounds, less mess. He put the barrel against the targets head, squeezed the trigger. There was the typical muscular tightening, slight convulsions, the right leg twitched as if it were the tail of a dog. A small pool of blood formed beneath the head. David stood up, walked over toward the shovel, picked it up, and pushed the body into the pre-dug hole.

As he covered the body he mumbled to himself, next time I need to dig a bigger hole. Davit refrained from patting the dirt with the shovel, it left obvious marks, he picked up the sod that he had set aside, in a couple weeks nobody would ever be able to tell that the ground had been disturbed.

David kept saying to himself, over and over again “ I told you not to phuck with me, why, why did you think that you could do it, why, I always win” He closed his eyes trying to remember if he had looked into his victims eyes, its always good to know that, it helps when the dreams come.