Hayes gripped his scoped rifle...watching the gas station below...waiting. Nine hours later, he saw the vehicle arrive. The punk who'd raped his baby girl to death emerged. Lawyers had freed him...it was over. For Hayes it wasn't over...yet. He breathed, exhaled and squeezed the trigger. The round struck...vaporizing the boy's elbow joint.
Hayes smiled, knowing the injury'd take a year or more to heal fully. He would savor the boy's suffering. In a year, he'd stalk the boy down again. An ankle joint next? He had time and the inclination to wait before deciding.