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Mac is sitting at his desk wrapping his brown package. He tapes the final end and places it back in one of his drawers. Aiden comes practically running to his office door and sticks her head in.
"Mac, we found the knife that killed Kathleen. Just got done fuming -one clean print."
"Who is it?" Mac asks exited.
"Ah, a Jack Mendel, Flacks picking him up now." she says smiling
"Where did you find his file?" Mac asks.
"He was in the database for a number of gang related crimes."
"Okay," Mac says standing.
Mac and Aiden sit across from Jack Mendel, interviewing him. Mac pushes some photos toward him.
"We found your print on the weapon used to kill Kathleen Donora…Jack." Jack glances at the photos briefly before roughly shoving them back.
"Great job. You found my print on my knife." Jack retorts.
"So it's your knife," Aiden pips in.
"Was. Some punk kid stole it-"he began to say, but Mac sharply interrupted.
"You know, it amazes me to think that you wouldn't kill some 'punk' that came near you. Did Kathleen get to close to you? Huh? What was it Jack?"
"Hey," Jack says defensively, "I didn't do nothing to that girl because guess what, you can't prove anything. Sorry man, but your little story will never hold up."
"Then I'll find something that will," Mac shoots at him before standing and leaving the room. Aiden remains, staring at Jack Mendel. He looks right back at her, a triumphant grin on his face. Aiden shakes her head and motions to the guards.
"Take Mr. Mendel out," she says reluctantly.
Danny slams his locker shut thinking…hard. Making his mind up he puts on his jacket and leaves the locker room.
He walks along with the busy New York hustle. He stops and turns deftly into a narrow alleyway. He continues into the shadows until the ally stops at a large wire gate. He slowly turns in his spot waiting and looking for something.
"C'mon G, what do you want from me?" he calls out. Suddenly he finds himself squinting into another light. A figure approaches him.
"Danny my boy, you have some nerve." It said
"I want this done. I told you a long time ago I'm through." he says angrily, still struggling to see. He keeps one hand deep in his pocket.
"I do recall that." the voice said simply.
"So why can't you leave me alone?"
"We have unfinished business Danny."
"Yah, like what?" Danny spat into the light. He did not get a response this time. He looked frantically around him. This time, a person appeared right behind him.
"Stay still Messer, this won't hurt." Before he could do anything, the person punched Danny hard in the neck, sending him to the ground. Danny struggled with his assailant, managing to get in a few of his own punches before subdued once more.
This time, he woke up alone, on the hard street. His neck didn't hurt from the punch, but his upper back was sore as though furiously rubbed. He put a cautious hand on it as he sat up. It felt different somehow, rougher perhaps. He got up, but felt something in his pocket. He reached in and pulled out a folded piece of paper.
It read: "now, Danny, we are done."
He nodded, feeling some relief, but was still a bit shaken. He folded it back up and left the ally to his real life.
Yes, my chapters are short. Will Mac be able to prove anything on his case? And who is the package for?
