Echo

his heart. He went down hard.
    The cover up proved easy. Armoni took the blame. They wiped the knife handle clean, replacing it with Armoni’s prints. Their father’s semen, extracted after Kelly’s exam at the hospital, along with signs of sexual activity at a very young age, helped bolsters their claim of incest and rape. Armoni’s broken nose and his blood on his father’s fist made the story believable. They never told the authorities about the wooden box in the basement. The whole town already knew what a lousy father Abe was anyway. The brief investigation exonerated both of them of all responsibility.
    Kelly might have been slice and dice happy as she matured, but it never caused them any trouble as they strove to duplicate the high they experienced together the night they killed their father. He truly enjoyed watching a babe that enjoyed her job. Yeah, he sure missed his sister; no one to share his conquests with now. She was one of a kind. Doubtful he’d ever run across a bitch as good as her again. A tear fell from his eye, landing on Kelly’s favorite knife. Hmm, good omen he thought, selecting that same knife as his weapon for tomorrow.
    Opening a can of pea soup from the plywood shelves in the pantry, he grabbed a spoon, not bothering to heat it up. He needed thinking time. He suspected he wouldn’t be returning to the house after his satisfying moment ( and I do mean satisfying, get it? ) with Baby Tiff. He chuckled to himself over his unique cleverness.
    He was reluctant to leave the house with the ripe DNA in the basement. He thought about torching the place along with the gold joint. Considering other methods of covering his tracks, he decided fire covered the best. He could care less if they discovered it was arson. They couldn’t prove enough to pin it on him. He would be long gone anyway.
    Once he caught up with those motherfuckers that killed his two best friends, he would have all the gold he needed to go anywhere in the world. After he had his fun with that stuck up bitch and her weird fuckin’ pet. Yeah, he thought, he would torch the bugger too. Or stomp him, just like he had done with the slobbering mutt.
    He sucked the last of his pea soup off his finger, enjoying the sensation and letting the can drop to the filthy floor. Kicking it to the other side of the room, he paused. Hadn’t he heard the chicks in France were a bunch of whores? Yeah, he would put France on the top of his list. Reaching down to his crotch, he felt for his penis. Stroking it lovingly, he shouted out loud, “Yeah, wait’ll they get a load a this!”
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    The next day dawned early, swirling mists awaiting banishment by a stalwart winter sun. After filling his car with the items he felt worth taking with him, he went through the house, trailing a full container of kerosene, purely to make his job easier when he doubled back to light it up. He planned to be in a big hurry.
    Getting behind the wheel, he fought rush hour traffic to find a strategic spot to park his car. Observing Tiffany unlock the office, he decided to wait awhile to ascertain if her boss would show up this morning. Once convinced she alone staffed the office, he crept to the unlocked front door, silently slithering in.
    Looking around the empty reception room he observed cardboard boxes and packing materials piled with files and knickknacks. From the front door he could hear the shuffling of boxes from another room. Unsheathing Kelly’s gleaming prize baby, he extracted a pair of handcuffs from his pocket then locked the front door. The aroma of his staleness and sweat announced him as he opened another door to see Tiffany bending over a box unaware, her back to him with her miniskirt hiked so far up, her panties winked at him. Licking his slobbering lips, he said, “Hello there, Tiff, my name is Lover.”

    Two hours later, he had what he needed. Before he left, he dumped out the contents of the boxes hoping to pass off Tiffany’s body as a victim of a robbery gone wrong; or gone right. Depends on how ya look at things , he smirked to himself.
    Tiff sure was a fun gal, all that squirming while he was on top of her. He only stuck her once or twice with Kelly’s baby before she got the message. Just the sight of her arms cuffed above her head as he ran his tongue down to her goody spot made him hard again. Who knew she was gonna like it so much? He could tell by the way she said his name on his command. Slicing into her right titty