Silhouette of Retribution
A man pushed to the edge fights back
His sister once described him as “a lot,” and although he didn’t take it as a compliment, he thought it explained him in perfect, succinct fashion. He was a lot.
A lot to understand.
A lot to handle.
A lot to take.
As he crouched in the darkened stairwell, listening for his moment to arrive, he considered whether these might be his last minutes on Earth. Lawrence was a veteran, and he didn’t fear danger, but he was acutely aware that what he was about to do might kill both of them.
His conscience had left him long ago, though, and he was beyond the point of no return. His precious granddaughter had been taken from him by a reckless gang of sociopaths, and as his obsession grew, he neglected his family, and lost them, too.
He had nothing left to lose.
The biker who had run over Lawrence’s granddaughter on a custom Indian got a slap on the wrist and was back on the streets with only probation. He had wrecked his bike and injured his leg, and for the few days he spent in the hospital, his buddies started a fundraiser and paid for his hospital bills and motorcycle repairs.
