Chapter 11

“Damn it! Damnwhoever you are! So help me God, if I find you, you’re dead. Whatever he did to you, John didn’t deserve to die like that.” He took a deep breath, trying to tamp down his anger, since it would just send him into another bout of fear and sorrow.

At that point, he realized it was well after noon and he hadn’t eaten since breakfast at the hospital. Not that I’m hungry, but I should at least make a sandwich, I guess.

Tucking the phone in the pocket of his sweatpants, he went into the kitchen. As he began making a cheese sandwich, he heard a loud crash. Instantly he grabbed the butcher knife from the block on the counter, ready to defend himself against all comers. It took him a minute to figure out the noise had come from outside the kitchen window. Taking a quick, cautious look, he saw a garbage truck setting one of the building’s Dumpsters back in place after emptying it.