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This one is super short, probably the shortest that I have written so far, so I thought I would throw it up now for you.


The second time…

It was nearly 2 years later when he saw her again. It was just a glimpse, and at the time it didn't register with him. Not till the cops showed up the next morning. Happy spent all night waiting outside in clear sight of Thompson's car ready to pull the trigger; but the fucker never came out. No ambulance this time, just cops and the coroner. The maid had found him, drowned in his private hot tub. He listened best he could to the cops, empty whiskey bottle floating alongside him. Fucker must have gotten drunk and passed out in the water.

That's when Happy remembered her, the flash of blond that walked by his bike hidden in shadows, not 5 feet in front of him, he assumed she was a hooker, she hadn't made any indication that she noticed him, except… she had smirked at him. He knew his mind wasn't playing tricks on him now. He went back to Tacoma more pissed than ever before. Thompson would have been his 5th. Lorca assured him he'd look into anyone else who might want Thompson dead, but no news ever came. That woman, that hair, that fucking sexy smirk was burned into Happy's brain now. He had to find that fucking bitch!