I sat there for a while. I was exausted. I hadn't had much sleep in the sleazy motel, since the matress had a couple springs loose and was poking me in the back as I slept. My normal blue, deep-set eyes had gone a nasty shade of yellow, and my normally perky expression was one of tight-skinned nervousness.
"Hello," said a man, slumping onto the bench and looking over at me. "Jim?"
"You guessed it," I said in a rougher manner than I had intended. "Now what's my prize?"
"A sharp kick in the crotch, if you don't shut up. Now, listen, I know you're new here, but we got a job for you." I leaned in closer, because he was talking quieter and quieter with every syllable. "You see, a high-profile crook named Zodiac X is on trial. We managed to black-mail all but one member of the jury. He came out of it clean as a whistle." He, himself, leaned in, his voice lower still. "X wants him dead."
There was a moment of silence from both parties, in which time there was a sharp intake of breath from Jim: What would it do to his police rep if he went after a jury member?
"So, nice meeting ya, pal," said John, standing up rather out of the blue, thought Jim. "I hope to see you again some day - I'll probably be at the Pole Position in two days at 5:00 PM." And with that, he left, leaving Jim to himself.
But when he looked over to the part of the bench John had been sitting, he saw a piece of paper. He picked it up and examined it: Sure enough, it was in John's untidy scrawl.
Samuel Parker
132 Slyvan Terrace
Alright, so he had a start. In the morning, he'd go to Sylvan Terrace and check this guy out. But right now, he had to find a more permanent place to stay...
See you later, Space Cowboy,
-Jim
"Hello," said a man, slumping onto the bench and looking over at me. "Jim?"
"You guessed it," I said in a rougher manner than I had intended. "Now what's my prize?"
"A sharp kick in the crotch, if you don't shut up. Now, listen, I know you're new here, but we got a job for you." I leaned in closer, because he was talking quieter and quieter with every syllable. "You see, a high-profile crook named Zodiac X is on trial. We managed to black-mail all but one member of the jury. He came out of it clean as a whistle." He, himself, leaned in, his voice lower still. "X wants him dead."
There was a moment of silence from both parties, in which time there was a sharp intake of breath from Jim: What would it do to his police rep if he went after a jury member?
"So, nice meeting ya, pal," said John, standing up rather out of the blue, thought Jim. "I hope to see you again some day - I'll probably be at the Pole Position in two days at 5:00 PM." And with that, he left, leaving Jim to himself.
But when he looked over to the part of the bench John had been sitting, he saw a piece of paper. He picked it up and examined it: Sure enough, it was in John's untidy scrawl.
Samuel Parker
132 Slyvan Terrace
Alright, so he had a start. In the morning, he'd go to Sylvan Terrace and check this guy out. But right now, he had to find a more permanent place to stay...
See you later, Space Cowboy,
-Jim