Revenge of the Three (Hand of God) by Tim Miller

prominent in Federal prison. We keep the crazy ones like you locked up in solitary most of the time. You’ll have plenty of time to jerk yourself off and stare at the ceiling while reading your little Bible. Though your right hand won’t be as good as that sweet brown piece of ass back at your place. But I’m sure I could keep her warm for you in the meantime.
    While I wanted to rip out his Adam’s apple and feed it to him, I kept my cool. I didn’t want him to see that he got to me. I tuned him out as he rambled and decided to imagine holding him down while slicing away the fat from his big belly as he screamed like a little girl. I might even feed the fat to him before I kill him just for my own fun. The zombie treatment would be too good for this asshole. For now I needed to play it cool though. Whether it be here or in prison, when the time was right, I’d make my move. Besides, the Ghost wasn’t going to stop just because I was locked up. They’d either figure out it wasn’t me, or think that I had a partner.
    The Suburban came to a stop and we sat for a while, finally the door swung up en and they came and pulled me out. When I stepped outside, I saw we were outside the Del Rio Federal building.
    “Looks like we’re home , buddy,” O’Brien said as he took me by the arm and walked me inside. This place wasn’t my home, and I bit my lip as we stepped into the cold, concrete building that could end up being my tomb.
    Chapter 19
     
    Maria went back to her house , still in disbelief. The past twenty four hours were almost a blur. Why had she even gone to see Charlie last night, and then slept with him? Then he gets arrested for murder of a group of Mexicans and that church they saw on TV. He was at the funeral home with her when it happened. How could he have done that? He was always so quiet and gentle. She couldn’t imagine him harming anyone. As she pulled into her driveway she parked and placed her head into her hands. The world seemed to be spinning Ever since Charlie had left for El Paso, she hadn’t felt like herself.
    She went into her house and undressed as she headed straight to the shower. As the warm water poured over her, she tried to clear her mind and take in the events of the previous night. Why would I sleep with Charlie? I care about him, but do I love him? We’ve never been like that. Turning off the water, she stepped out, toweled off and began getting dressed. Her morning ritual of preparing for the day would help clear her mind. It still worried her. She had always been in control of herself. She always took pride in not being a “crazy chick.” She never blamed hormones for erratic behavior, and always kept herself together.
    Maria didn’t have time for emotions most of the time. She kept them in check so she could do what needed to be done. This time it was hard , though. Watching Charlie being dragged away in handcuffs was bad enough. The fact that they had the FBI, Texas Rangers and enough uniformed cops there to take down a small army made it much worse. Why would they need so much firepower, just to pick up Charlie? It made her wonder what he was really doing in El Paso. Charlie had always been a private person and she always respected his privacy. Now, she wished she’d asked more questions. Was Charlie really a murderer? He didn’t seem the type, but, then, Dahmer or Bundy probably didn’t, either.
    Maria decided she needed to find out just what was going on with Charlie. The first thing to do was to talk to that Ranger who had arrested Charlie. He was disgusting, but she felt like she could get him to fill her in at least. She looked through her purse and found his business card and dialed the number. He picked up on the fourth ring.
    “Ranger O’Brien?” She said.
    “Yes Ma’am.”
    “This is Maria Salazar. I was there this morning when you arrested Charlie Sims.”
    “Yes, I remember.”
    “I was wondering if I could talk to you about him. I have no idea what