Notes: Sorry it's been a few. I've just finished conducting auditions and casting the fall play at my school. Tough decision.
I would like to encourage some of you who are reading this to please take time to review it. I'm like everyone else and I want to know if you like it. Thanks!
DraejonSoul: No he didn't know who Flack was. It was just a matter of me not watching my references.
This will be short, but I will update again this weekend. Have a great one!
The mood in the vehicle had slowly changed since Maurice's phone call. Even though both men were still acting light-hearted and cheerful, it seemed to Walker that something subtle had happened. Dismissing it as just his nerves being a little on edge, Walker bummed a cigarette from the chain-smoking Maurice. Walker inhaled deeply, feeling the calming effect of the nicotine on his body. "I want to thank you for helping me out with this problem. Shit, I never even thought he would follow me, know what I mean." The tension was creeping back into his voice.
Maurice glanced over and gave him a tight smile, "Don't worry about it. Remember, paybacks a bitch." He laughed and snubbed out his cigarette.
Taking another drag, Walker laughed wryly, "Yeah it is. Anything you need pal, don't be afraid to ask."
"Is his gun still on him?" Maurice glanced sideways at him.
"Nope, I grabbed it right off," Walker snubbed out his cigarette. "Nice piece. Why?"
"I was thinking if you gave it to me I could use it as a throw-away." Maurice reached for another cigarette. "If you don't, that's cool too."
"Nah, no problem." Walker removed the gun and laid it on the seat. "Like I say, I owe you big time."
"We're square man. Thanks Paul."
Walker looked out the window, "Hey. Take this right turn up ahead, it leads to a dead-end alley. I don't think it gets much traffic."
"Sounds good," Maurice turned the vehicle down a side street. The sky had become slightly overcast and added to the gloom of the alley. Parking, but leaving it running, he pulled on a pair of lightweight leather gloves. "Well, lets get him out." As soon as Walker exited, Maurice tucked the gun into his coat pocket. He opened his own door and scanned the area quickly and upon seeing no movement they pulled the limp form of Flack from the back seat. The movement caused the detective to moan lightly. Maurice and Walker looked at each other, both realizing they needed to hurry to get this job done before consciousness returned.
They pulled him to the area beside several dumpsters and lowered him to the ground. Maurice moved to the other side of the downed man, his eyes darting quickly, rescanning for any possible witnesses. "Hey grab his identification and lets dump it on the way. No need to make it easier for them."
Walker bent over and grabbed the wallet and badge he had stuffed into Flack's jacket earlier. He straightened up and found himself looking down the barrel of Flack's Glock held by his friend Maurice. He managed to get out a yelp of disbelief before the 9mm slug punched a hole in his forehead, spinning him around. The hollow point expanded and exited the back of his head, chunks of brain, hair and skull splattering again the brick wall and dumpster.
With his ears ringing Maurice laid the gun beside Flack and hurried back to the Expedition and drove away. Maurice made sure that he drove the speed limit, no need to pick up a ticket and link himself to the area.
The alley was quiet and minutes passed. Slowly a dark form moved from a recessed doorway further down the alley. The figure moved closer, staying close to the wall and into the shadows gathering there. Reggie had been catching a few z's, figuring that the deserted alley would be the best place to enjoy a $5 rock. After enjoying his smoke he had nodded off, only to be awakened by the gunshot. Having been on the streets for six years he had the presence of mind, even in his condition, to stay hidden. Now he ventured forth. Not so much out of curiosity, but more for the possible windfall this could lead to.
The one dude wasn't going anywhere, not with the back half of his head missing. The other guy was moaning lightly, but didn't appear to be a threat. Seeing a wallet he jammed it into his own pocket, planning to look at it later. He picked up the gun. He wasn't used to weapons, but he could easily pawn it. Moving to the dead man he felt the pockets until he found what he wanted. He pocketed both the gun and the second wallet. The dark haired guy started to move and that was all it took to get Reggie on his feet and running towards the street.
Six blocks later, Reggie ducked into another alley, going through the wallets. The one contained cash and credit cards; Reggie smiled and opened the other one. The smile disappeared as he saw the PD identification. No money in it, 'cheap ass', thought Reggie as he dumped the items into a dumpster. Now all he had to do was get rid of the gun and find his favorite supplier.
Back in another alley Flack was stirring. His blue eyes opened slightly, somewhat unfocused and blurry. The details began to fill in and he could make out a person, a man, lying near him. He reached a hand out to try and rouse him and his hand came back bloody. Staring at his now red hand it slowly dawned on him that he didn't know what happened.