A night . Now that he had left the valley ,Heading east into the desert, he had left L.A. far behind.By 3 am Mike got deeper into the Coachella Basin the sharp fishy smell of the Salton Sea fouled the air.An hour later he was deep into the Chuckwalla mountains. He decided it was time for a change. The sun would be rising in another hour. He brought the sky blue tank to a stop. Mike reached across and retrieved his .38 revolver from the glove box and turned the car off but left it in accessory. Elvis sang on as Mike grabbed the can of gas and a gym bag from the trunk. Mike opened the right rear passenger door and pulled the red picnic blanket off of the still breathing child molester. The man’s blackened eyes opened slowly and immediately caught the look in Mike’s own eyes. He made a feeble attempt to kick him away but only succeeded in losing more blood. The man closed his eyes again. Mike lifted the can and rapped it a few times on the inside of the door jamb. The man jerked awake again and weakly thrashed about losing even more blood through multiple .38 caliber holes in his body. The young teacher tossed the empty can on the child molester's chest and smiled at him when he pulled his trusty old zippo lighter out. Elvis hit his stride with Viva Las Vegas and Mike joined in at the chorus as he flipped the lighter open. Elvis...was about to leave the building. Mike never thought about it again. The beating, the slow reload, the pleading, the screams, the roasted marshmallows or that drive through the smelly desert with Frank and Elvis.