Randy Dodd was exactly where Sally said he would be. Billy passed Randy's broken down car a mile earlier on the old route. This was a bad road to have car trouble. Since they built the new highway, no one used this road anymore.
Billy slowed and allowed the long haired, shabbily dressed man to get in. Billy immediately smelled the stench of stale beer and marijuana. Randy nodded and slurred a greeting that Billy didn't quite understand. Billy turned the volume up on the radio and tried to ignore the stench that assailed his sense of smell.
Randy offered him a can of Old Milwaukee Beer. Billy shook his head and concentrated on the road. Billy was amazed at the accuracy of Sally's description of Randy, right down to the different size of his nostrils.
After an hour of holding it in, Billy stopped at the side of the road. "I gotta piss." He announced.
Randy decided to empty his bladder also. He climbed out and stumbled into the darkness. Billy finished first. A vision of Sally filled his head. She was 11 years old and his only sister. She was a carbon copy of their mother, long blonde hair and electric blue eyes. They were inseparable, until last Tuesday. Sally had called Billy to get her from a friend's house. He had been busy and told her to walk home. Sally was attacked on the way home. Sally never told Billy exactly what had happened, but she wasn't the same. She cried constantly and described her assailant to Billy. She told her brother where to find him and when.
Randy was just finishing up when Billy struck him on the side of the knee with a tire iron. Randy crumpled to the ground and cried in agony. He rolled over clutching his shattered leg. "Why?" Billy screamed.
Billy struck him again, this time on the shoulder, collapsing his collar bone. Randy screamed as tears rolled down his face. Billy could see his rotted teeth in the moonlight. Sally's cries echoed inside of Billy's head. It drove him mad. He began striking Randy's head over and over. Bones crunched as he turned Randy's head into an unrecognizable bloody pulp. Billy was numb. It felt more like a dream than reality.
He moved Randy away from the road and buried the tire iron. Within minutes, Billy was driving down the road. He thought about how Sally would react when he told her the news. He decided to talk to her.
It was nearly midnight when he reached his destination. He was afraid that she would be asleep, she needed her rest. "Hi Billy."
"Hi sweetie." He replied. "I found him. He was just where you said he would be."
"I know." There was no joy in her voice. She began weeping softly.
Sally had always been a gentle soul and didn't like violence, not even if it had been done to her first. He decided that it would be best to leave her alone. He smiled and made his way through the jagged field of tombstones.
The moon shone brightly on a lone headstone that read: Here lies Sally Marie Moore. Beloved daughter and sister. July 7, 1995-July 21st, 2006.