The Butcher

by Jennifer Hillier

God, how he missed his wife. The house hadn’t been the same without her these past few months. Reaching out, he once again touched the dent on the side of the Mathushek, left there from when he’d smashed her head into it four months ago.

One must always be careful cleaning up after a kill.

Edward Shank, former chief of police of the city of Seattle, had been the Butcher.

Edward barked a laugh. “I’m not doing a goddamned thing, kid. This is your shit show, dummy. You’re doing it.”

Unpopular onion - I like Edward. He’s hilarious.

“Not everyone is all bad or all good. Good

people do bad things every day, and bad people do good things every day.”