Chapter excerpt from Part two of "Blindman blue" Kale Hoffman

   I pull my .40 cal out of its shoulder harness and slowly stalk towards her open front door. The thrashing sounds continue but the screams have ceased. I inch my way across the grass and up onto my land lady’s porch.  I extend my left foot into the partially open door and slowly push it all the way open with my gun drawn back close to my face and at the ready.

   She is on the floor, lying amidst the jagged edges of broke dishes and cups. She’s been hamstringed, her arm is broken nearly in two, and her neck, all the way to the shoulder has been ripped out. “Hmm…”  I say. “That’s unlucky.” At the sound of my voice, I hear movement from down the hall. I take one step back into the open doorway and point my gun with both hands into the hallway.

   It’s Maul, my eighty pound Pit bull. He is staring at me from the end of the hall with strange blue eyes. ‘blue eyes…like they said on the news.’  I think to myself. Maul has a tattered dark blue low top shoe in his mouth. I glance over to the floor and see that the land lady is indeed missing one. I hold up my left hand palm out. “Easy Maul.” I say. My dog tilts his head a fraction to the side (how dogs do when they are considering something) and emits a low growl.

   Maul bolts down the hall towards me with the shoe still in his mouth. With sadness I pull the trigger in rapid succession three times. Maul slides to a bloody stop on his side five feet in front of me with one leg and paw tucked beneath his body. I creep up to investigate my dog. Two of the bullets hit him in his broad chest, and the third in his big gator face.

   As I’m inspecting my dog, the land lady starts to moan and move her head a little. “No way you can still be alive.” I say. I cautiously move toward her to check to see if maybe I had overestimated the extent of her injuries.  As I get close she grips the leg of the kitchen table to pull herself up. She sits up right and looks into me with a pair of pale blue eyes that used to be hazel. I sight my gun down the barrel and put a round dead into her forehead.

   I go down the hallway and systematically clear all the rooms in the house. I don’t want someone or something left behind to sneak up on me. Finished with checking the rest of my land lord’s house, I run back to my own. I already hear ruckus starting on the neighboring properties. My gun shots must have alerted others to my presence.

   I slide my keys in my pocket and hurry back over to my night stand. I toss my Mag-light into my bag and grab the pair of walki-Talkies that James uses for security at the night club. They have an ear piece and a button mic that you can clip to your collar for discreet communication. These could come in real handy, especially while driving.

   I check my watch as I strap on my bag. The time is 12:55 pm. As I head for the door, the lights flicker twice, and then go out. I leave my house without even bothering to shut the door.



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