My daughter...dead because of carelessness. After a frantic search on a frigid night in downtown Chicago, I close in on my quarry. I descend stone steps with clenched teeth. I pound on the steel door at the bottom of the steps. The door opens and a familiar face greets me. It is my own.
I shove the barrel of my revolver into my twin's mouth, and pull the trigger. We no longer look alike. I stare at my brother's corpse.
"For Heather," I say and then I proceed back up those stone steps to disappear into the cold night.
I shove the barrel of my revolver into my twin's mouth, and pull the trigger. We no longer look alike. I stare at my brother's corpse.
"For Heather," I say and then I proceed back up those stone steps to disappear into the cold night.
