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Alexander Krivitskiy

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Amboy could recall, in vivid memory that bore out every glaring detail, D.B. DeBow taking Tallahatchie away from the church on their wedding day. A couple dozen Budweiser cans tethered to the bumper of D.B.’s Eldorado danced and banged and rattled against the street, announcing to the good folk of Caroline, that he was about to legally violate one of their daughters and there was nothing they could do about it. The Honeymoon was about to commence in earnest, and Amboy felt sick to his stomach. …


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Golbert and Ringo sat in the back of the van looking at the bicycle girl. Golbert had thrown the bike out as soon as they had reached the semblance of farmland and the seclusion of the almost countryside. From the very moment they had taken the girl, Ringo had been pestering him to ride it. Every day Ringo acted more and more like a child. “Riding a bike is like riding a bike. You never forget, mate,” he’d said.

Golbert had cut the tires and tossed the bike behind some roadside hay bales. More than likely, no one…


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Gol·bert
goalbear
noun
a person, or thing that kills for personal entertainment.
“Golbert cut off the girl’s fingers.”
synonyms: murderer, assassin, slaughterer, butcher, serial killer, gunman; More…

Prologue

The muse descended on me like a soft brick. It was ugly.

Forgive me if I sound condescending, but, if you don’t read this, you will never understand the nonsense you are about to consume. Bear with me for a moment. Some of this prologue will sound pretentious, but I assure you that I’m a moron of the first order and functioning at the highest level of idiocy. …


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Over the years, on many occasions, Golbert had racked his brain numb trying to remember her name. He was sure he must have known it; he had sat next to her for the duration of the second grade. You don’t sit next to someone, sharing a common space for that long, without learning, at least, their first name. His memory had chosen to call her the-little-girl-who-couldn’t-sit-still, but he was sure her parents had used something else when it came time to call her for dinner.

The year of Golbert’s second-grade education was the year his mother had retrogressed…


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They say a woman, within five minutes of meeting a man, knows if she would sleep with him or not. Golbert wondered what took them so long. In sharp contrast, a man might have to spend twenty to thirty minutes sorting through a crowded room to find a woman he wouldn’t sleep with. A man makes up his mind about sex and such things in a fraction of a second and the answer is almost always yes. …


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Look for a girl on a bicycle.”

“What for?” Ringo asked, “Are you expecting a girl on a bicycle?”

“Have you ever woke up in the mood for ice cream? Well, I’m in the mood for a girl on a bike.” This wasn’t the first time Golbert had roused to bicycle cravings. He was sure there was some long-repressed memory behind it, but try as he might, he could never get it to surface. Nevertheless, he did know the craving would not go away unless he did something about it.

One might think that a designated bicycle trail…


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Golbert sat on the curb across from Norman’s house, watching everyone mill about in their frantic search for Norman. The people who were actually interested in finding the kid were out searching the neighborhood and nearby parks and woods. The ones flitting about in Norman’s yard were just craving attention for themselves. Each of them armed with a tale of woe about a distant relative who had been abducted or gone missing and they were willing to share it with anyone who would stand still long enough to hear it.

Earlier in the morning, Golbert had been putting…


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The aberrant behavior wouldn’t be limited to animals, but Golbert found the animals to be a great learning curve. Killing animals taught him a rule of thumb that would serve him well in the years to come. It worked especially well when applied to humans. As long as the rest of the herd remained unaware, weaker humans could be identified, cut out, and properly disposed of. Although the human-animal had mastered mathematics, if the herd wasn’t culled too much in a single outing, and, as long as the grass was green and lush where they were grazing when…


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This is a true story. I had nothing to do with what you are about to read…I’m just relating the tale. Cat people need to turn their heads away at this point in the story!

As Golbert watched the cats finish the tuna, Norman worked feverishly, tying loops at either end of a leather bootlace. Carefully, he slipped a loop under the crate and around each of the cat’s tails, sliding the loops clear up to the base of each appendage. “The trick is, you gotta use slip-knots,” he whispered, “and. you have to tighten them at the…


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Most people, if pressed for an answer, would say that Norman was the older of the two boys, but he was actually a year younger than Golbert. Side by side, Norman was several inches taller and he did, in fact, seem more worldly, if worldly could be used to describe a ten-year-old. To Golbert, Norman was worldly beyond measure; a font of experience and information, and a likely future contestant on Jeopardy.

Golbert didn’t feel worldly himself, but he was far from sheltered from the horror the world had to offer. By the age of eleven, right there…

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