Chapter Twelve
“DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!” Vince yelled in pain and frustration as he heard a car start up and go tearing down the street, hell-bent on a death wish.
Grabbing a couple strips of the torn sheet, he tied them over the wound tightly, hoping it would cut off some of the blood flow. Right now, he couldn’t spare the luxury of an emergency room. The only thing occupying his mind was finding Julie and Tommy. When he did, he felt like tearing the psycho b***h’s heart out with his bare hands and serving it to the cops on a stake. Vince balked at his sadistic line of thinking, but still found morbid comfort in it.
He stood up, putting pressure on his right leg. It hurt like a son-of-a-b***h. Pulling his cell from its home in his pocket, he made a quick phone call to the local sheriff’s dep
