Chapter 3: The Hit Man
I awake in my modest home my head buzzing from a hang over, I drank a little too much last night. I walk over to my sink and grab a glass of water. I drink it down though it does nothing for my pounding headache. The phone rang and that also did nothing for my head, he picked up the phone. "hello?
"I need someone taken care of."
"how much we talkin'"
"then thousand up front ten thousand when were through"
"okay give the info when you give me the money."
The phone clicked on the other end and I guess it's business as usual from there. I knew which client this was by his voice. He was a regular a guy named Joey who had a lot of bones to pick with people. Him being an eccentric millionaire he can afford to pick these bones.
I arrived at his estate where he was waiting for me, a smug grin on his face. "ah you're here. Sit down would you like a drink?" To this I kindly declined "well anyway I here's a profile of the guy. His name is Joe Bennet, he runs a deli shop over on broad street and well my reasons for him to be done with are my own." After this he handed me a wad of cash. I nodded and replyed "alright Ill come back to collect the rest tomorrow. I left the estate, business as usual.
I stood at the street corner of the deli shop leaning against a street light. My hand rested on my .22 pistol a silencer was attached to it. It was 10:00 and he was just closing up, he started to walk down the street my way. He was getting closer my adrenaline started to rise, the anticipation always did that. He walked closer he was two yards away when I got off the street light and brandished my gun. He didn't have time to look surprised when I unloaded a clip into him. He fell to the ground lifeless and I stood there over his body this happening in a span of about 30 seconds. Finally I walked home the gun resting in its holster. I walked though the door and sat down on a chair. I unscrewed a bottle of burboun and drank it down. This is business as usual.