The big Harley roared down Highway 60. Dirty Bob Henderson was twenty miles south of his home in Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania. He had just scored some of the worst heroin he had ever done and was in a rotten mood. Bob had stabbed his dealer and left him for dead. Then he went to Pittsburgh's Shady Side and wrecked an entire bar.

Dirty Bob was feeling mean - meaner than normal. All he wanted to do now was to go home and get drunk. He thought about calling up one of his slutty girlfriends. "Who would be his next victim?" he thought to himself.

Just north of Aliquippa the gnarly biker came upon a pretty young thing hitchhiking. He down-shifted and came to a halt beside her. The girl was revolted to see such a horrible scoundrel leering at her.

"Hey, babe, where you headed?" barked the big biker.

"Well, I'm going to my grandma's in New Brighton," she said, "but maybe I should get a ride in a car. Motorcycles scare me."

Bob said, "That's bullshit! I ain't gonna hurt you, little lady. Haven't you read about the killer at large?"

"Of course," the young girl replied. "The Card Killer!"

For months now a serial killer had been stalking western Pennsylvania killing seemingly at random. The police had very few leads and no description of the killer. Most of the victims were pretty teen-aged girls, but a few had been males of various ages. The victims were all stabbed in the heart and the killer always left his "calling card" - the Ace of Hearts. The cops were perplexed, but the papers were having a field day.

"Get on," Dirty Bob growled. "I'll take you to grandma's."

The girl complied.

Bob and the girl sped across the Beaver River into New Brighton and headed up Third Avenue. The young girl yelled out directions but Dirty Bob ignored her. He had plans for this little creature and was headed over to Beaver Falls.

The Harley pulled into a driveway on 8th Street and came to a stop in front of a dilapidated garage apartment in the rear. The biker killed the engine and said, "Let's you and me have a little drink, baby."

The girl's voice wavered as she protested.

"Look, you little bitch, make this easy on yourself,'' he said. "Let's go in here and have some fun and if you scream I'll stab you in the heart!" The burly biker laughed hysterically as he prodded the girl into his lair.

Dirty Bob got out a bottle of Jack Daniels and took a swig. He got a glass and poured a large drink for his new friend. He forced her to drink the whole thing at once. It wasn't too long before they were both drunk. Dirty Bob ripped the girl's tee-shirt off and fondled her young breasts. Next he removed her jeans and laid her on the floor. He yanked off her panties and howled like a werewolf. His eyes turned gray as he took off his shirt. He laughed and turned to grab the bottle. When he again faced the girl his eyes widened.

She plunged her knife into Dirty Bob's heart! His eyes rolled back into his head as he fell to the floor. The young girl got a card from her jean pocket and placed it on his chest - the Ace of Hearts.