Six litres of blood and you had to get it on the cab, pouring bottled water all over the cab, there that should be good enough.
'Oi, kid get in the car' I look and see she has something to say, but is biting her lip, hesitating.
'Um, why don't you take the cab?'
'Take the cab?'
'Yeah, you see, if you take it, you won't have to deal with my bullshit, and hey don't worry about the seven hundred bucks, and no one checks these cabs anyway, and later I'll say that er, that, well I won't tell anyone'
'Really' I nod
'You won't tell anyone' I nod again
'That's nice of you, now get in the fucking cab!' damnnit! It didn't work
'Tch' it was worth a try
I get in, Vincent gets in the back and I turn the engine on and pull out of the alley into the main streets.
While the taxi leaves, another car appears, it cruises down the street and stops in front of the apartment building. A guy emerges, gel backed hair, an earring, black suit, could be a player or a dealer, well he looks like he could kick your ass if he wanted to, he heads towards the entry gate, rings the buzzer, waits. Rings again. Nothing. He pulls a thin plastic card from an inner pocket of his jacket and jimmies the door lock. He goes up to the third floor and goes along the walkway looking for the right room. He knocks on a door, the door swings in slightly; he glances down and sees the lock was pulled. He tenses and his hand goes to his holster at his hip, and draws a Beretta, and pushes the door all the way open. The room is in shambles, old take outs rotting everywhere, a TV left on, the guy looks around cautiously, alert for any movement or sound.
'Ramone? Estas fiestando con una chica?
Nobody answers, the guy is worried now, and warily enters the bedroom, and he sees the broken window, its glass missing, he leans out and sees a circle of broken glass and in the centre a big blank spot.
'Fuck' and he produces a radio
'Detective Fanning here, we got situation at South Union' he's a cop.
'Okay go to 7565 Fountain. You know it?' looking at his PC
'Huh? Why?'
'Were you deaf? I said I had five stops to make, one down four to go'
'But, aren't you gonna just throw them all out of a window'
'He fell'
'Same thing, you were the cause'
'Er, not really' really don't get her point here
'Just shush, anyway who was he? What did he do to you?'
'He was a nobody and nothing'
'Nothing? So you meet a guy and you shoot the hell out of him'
'Look bitch, why are you getting so worried about it? Just keep driving and stop asking questions'
Shaking my head I say 'Man, seriously' I keep driving still thinking about it, hmmm
'Wait! You, you're a, you can't be a hired hitman?'
'Wow congratulations, great, well done you, for using your common sense'
I pout 'now I feel like you're babying me or something'
'Yeah I am, and fatso in the back was apart of a criminal organization'
'Yeah but you're obviously working for another criminal organization' smart kid
'How do you know things like this?'
'Watch the right movies and you're educated' Heh I guess, but kid in the movies the good guy always wins, but in real life, the bad guys are the ones who win.
Suddenly, I'm distracted by flashing lights behind me, and I see oh no, an LAPD cruiser behind us, the rooftop lights flashing.
'Shit'
'Great, just my fucking luck'
'Please pull the vehicle over to the curb' ah so they were after us, damn, damn damn.
I pull over, and through my centre window I see two cops emerging from the patrol car, approaching us slowly
'Get rid of them'
'How'
'You're a girl, use your sex appeal, and get them to go away'
'S-Sex appeal' blushing yet again 'look man I'm no slut so I have no idea how to seduce a guy, and I never been with one, and being all girly girl isn't exactly my forte' I guess I understand, the way she dresses in all black, and I don't see any cleavage
'Anyway, get rid of them'
The cops are now circling to either side of the cab, using torchlight's
I look back and see Vincent taking the briefcase off his lap, and spreading opening his jacket, if he does that, it mean s he can reach for his gun easily.
'Wait, don't do anything'
Referring to the cops he says 'probably married'
A cop's hand raps loudly on the window his gold wedding band catching the light as it taps on the glass, I feel a stab in my heart, please let everything go alright.
'Maybe that one's got kids. Maybe his wife's pregnant' this cold hearted bastard
'I got this dude' rolling down the window
'Hello' I smile
The cop on my side shines torchlight at me, and the one on the other side check Vincent in the back, I see him smile so good naturedly in my mirror. Oi oi stop the act, you are so not good natured.
The cop on my side says 'Hi, license and registration please' I get them out of my purse and hand them over, the cop examines them.
'We pulled you over because your windshield's smashed, all of this current?
'Yes, officer'
I noticed that the cop has been beaming his torchlight on the cracked windshield and damaged hood, with a serious look.
'Is this blood?'
Shit! 'Yeah' my throat is dry
'How did this happen?'
Gotta think fast 'Well a deer bashed into my car' A deer? really kid, nice imagination
'Where?'
'Slauson' I say a bit too quickly too fast kid, they are gonna clock on, but well done for not doing anything stupid
'A South Central Deer? Ooh how you gonna answer this kid?
'I-How the hell I'm supposed to know if its south or north or eastern? All I know the thing had four legs and two sticks coming out of its head' Pfffttt it's too much, I can't hold it in I'm gonna laugh
I hear all three of them sniggering, I press on
'But I had a passenger, and his wife is at home alone and needs medication cuz, she- she's got Huntington's and as to have treatment like soon. I tried to tell him I couldn't but he insisted and I didn't' wanna be responsible for something wrong' wow that's some impressive skills there, it's a good thing I didn't kill you, now I need to do my act
'Is this true?' asking Vincent
'yes officer it is, I'm sorry for any trouble I've cause for my selfishness'
'No don't worry sir, and kid hurry and drop him and get back to the barn, I'll call your depot'
'Yes, thank you officers'
Vincent watched both cops pile into the police car, and drive off, he turns to the front and sees Raven, her forehead on the steering wheel, deep breathing.
'That was a really good story'
I get up and glare at him 'Yeah, well I didn't do it for you, I did it so they wouldn't get killed' she's shaking again but there's no fear, she's got guts this one, she dares to look at me with anger in her eyes.
'Anyways we've got a job to do, so drive'
'Damn you!'
'Stop whining'
