“Hey kid, how much is it
worth to you to get some food that doesn’t come out of a dumpster?”
Race paused, looking over
warily at the man who was talking. “Depends. Who do I have to kill?”
The man chuckled. “No one. I
just need you to deliver a message for me.”
“What’s in it for me?”
“Fifty.”
“Shit, for that much I’ll
deliver ten notes.”
“One’s plenty.” The man
pushed off the alley wall, still keeping in the shadows as he beckoned for Race
to join him.
Hesitantly Race did, staying
well out of the man’s reach.
The man smiled in
understanding. Taking out his wallet he pulled out a five bills, folding then
in half. Then he took an envelope from his pocket. “The address is on the
front,” he said, tossing it and the money on the ground in front of Race.
“How do you know I won’t
just take the money and run?”
“I don’t. But if you do,
your life won’t be worth jack shit.”
Race considered that for a
moment before nodding. “It ain’t much of a life but I’d rather keep it.”
“Figured as much. And if
anyone asks you never saw me.” The man moved away to the end of the alley. He
watched as Race scooped up the money, putting it in his back pocket, and then
looked at the address on the envelope. “It needs to be there within the hour,” the
man called back before turning, striding the last few feet onto the sidewalk
and disappearing from Race’s view.
At last I catch a story at the beginning! I have enjoyed the last two stories and look forward to more about Race.
ReplyDeleteThat's cute. Yep, seems like you got in on the ground floor this time. I'm glad you liked the two previous ones. Thank you for saying so.
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