Part 2 of my story started in last chapters prompt, Letters From Nowhere. This story is not finished, but will be completed in a later prompt or as a story by itself. Please review, and wait for my next chapter.
Challenge 11: It's Too Late
His face was calm, tranquil. The happy-go-lucky attitude would no longer shine on Eugene Horowitz's face. His body was covered with a white sheet, waiting in the morgue until the time it was to be autopsied. It was a terrible way for him to die, and no one felt more remorse than the man sitting down in front of the body, staring at the face of his childhood friend.
His blonde hair was combed back, his green eyes lost in deep thought, searching for some reason why someone would want to kill Eugene. He sighed as he shook his oblong head, unsure how to even absorb this. He had heard from Gerald and on the news about Eugene's death, but until he had sat down in front of him, the full impact had not truly set in. Now his emotions were spiraling out of control. He felt a presence stand next to him.
"You have to leave now Arnold. It's time for them to examine the body so we can find out who did this" said Gerald simply.
Arnold sighed again and stood up. His eyes met Gerald's, and he saw the same deep sadness in his face as he felt. They walked away, and Arnold gave Eugene one last look before exiting the examination room.
"Don't worry Arnold. We're working hard to find out whoever did this, and when we do, they WILL be sorry." assured Gerald as they entered the hallway. Arnold nodded, his eyes cast downward.
"Do you have any idea who did do this to Eugene?"
"Not right now" confessed Gerald, "but my team is inspecting my newest list of potential suspects right now. It's only Day 2 man, don't worry."
"It's only Day 2, but it's too late for Eugene" Arnold thought to himself. He did believe Gerald though. He would catch the murderer(s), he knew he would; for Eugene.
The murderer held a phone to his ear just as he saw the limo pull away from the Tony awards, the police beginning to round up reporters and witnesses and taping off the area.
In the phone, he heard, "It's set. They'll never know it was you. The trail is covered, except for him."
The murderer set his eyes on an approaching figure. He closed the phone and frowned slightly, straightening his tie as the Weasel began to speak.
"Well, how did it go?"
"It was a complete success. Mr. Horowitz is dead, and I'm completely covered. They will never know. It is too late for the police, by this time tomorrow, I will cease to exist."
The Weasel smiled hopefully, "And my debt?"
"Is settled as of…," the murderer pulled out a silenced pistol from his jacket and aimed at the Weasel's head.
"Now." He pulled the trigger, sending the Weasel into the dirt behind him. The blood ran down the hill as the murderer stared with disgust at him.
"I always hated weasels." He pulled out his cell phone again and hit 4.
"Yes boss" answered a bodyguard on the other end.
"My business is finished here and all loose ends are taken care of. Please dispose of the body where no one will find it." He smiled to himself and added, "Weasels love holes to hide in. Put him in a hole."
"Yes boss." A click was heard as the phone was closed, and the murderer walked away as the Weasel slowly drained into the grass around him.