Killing Dead Men - Chapter 5 (Excerpt)

Here is an excerpt of my third novel "Killing Dead Men", a tale of violence, bloodshed and heartbreak. It is the story of a man unfortunate enough to survive death; now, as long as he remains alive, the streets of Frontier City will see carnage.


‘Franco’s not here. Joey’s not here.’ thought Junior Borja a couple of minutes before, back when his scared self was so slow to understand that they were driving him to the site of his execution in the desert. Moments after Marty Rizzo had finished driving several miles towards nowhere, Junior was on his knees in a big hole dug in the mantles of sand, begging for the mercy of two men who couldn’t help but look down on him. Marty kept his poker face and Parco continued having that perpetual mask of melancholy and boredom.

“Really! You don’t have to do this! I can pay you! I can.. I can..--I can kill that asshole myself, if you want! Honest!” implored Junior, his face reddened and his voice weakened due to his panic. He screamed at the top of his lungs when Parco drew an automatic handgun from his belt.

“No, Junior. No --Oh, god damn it. Stop crying already. Give it a rest. You're a big boy now!” said Parco, his emotion that of someone who has just gone through a marathon of boredom.

The bookmaker squealed every time the sights of the Beretta drifted over his body, creating further annoyance for Parco; he hadn’t even bothered to take the safety off. The bespectacled hitman sighed and started to scratch the side of his head --with his gun, no less.

“What do you want then? Do you want Marty to come down to that hole and beat you to a pulp, genius?” Parco crossed his arms in exasperation. “I think he carries a bat in the trunk. You do, right?”

Marty didn’t take his eyes off good old Junior. He simply nodded.