“.44 caliber rounds. Assassination style. These guys weren’t ready for the hit. Took ‘em by surprise.” I wipe the blade of the knife on a handkerchief and wrap the bullets up in it. “Find out who they were, would you, Murph? I’m gonna pay a visit to an old friend.”
Blue lights flicker and the dynamo whine of a siren travels up the hill. Lit by headlamps, I flag them down, tipping my hat to the driver. I leave my partner to handle the official business and get into the patrol car. He’ll get a ride with the Meds. I run up on the curb a little when I turn around and the right shocks squeak. I make a mental note to remember to tell the mechanic when I get back to the station. I like my cars quiet.
I ride with the windows down, the cool night breeze blowing gently in as I cruise East toward the Crease. Someone owes me a favor or two, and it’s time to collect one. I pull up outside a rundown garage, lighting a cigarette as I get out of the car. I stand there for a moment, taking long drags and staring at the building. Satisfied, I stub out the butt with my heel and walk up to the door. There’s a light on in one of the back rooms. Good. He’s awake.