CHAPTER TWELVE
Kyle strutted down Route 9, feeling reborn, stronger than ever, as he relived in his mind’s eye again and again his killing of those police officers. Nothing gave him more joy. He would kill more if he could.
Kyle made a fist, flexed his muscles, and he couldn’t understand where his newfound strength came from. He felt blood pumping through his veins at an insane rate, as if he had received ten blood infusions. As he bounced along the road, he felt like a boy of eighteen, invincible, ready to take on the world. He couldn’t believe how much energy he had to his step; he felt like he was ready to party all night long.
Kyle knew he should be afraid, knew that he was a cop-killer now, and that soon the whole county would be out looking for him. He figured he probably shouldn’
