I jotted down the names on a napkin of everyone I could imagine involved in some way with IsolatedPurity's death - 15 in all, 14 since the guy six feet under can't do much talking. My pancakes were cold by now, and the waitress was giving me that look that told me I had overstayed my welcome. Maybe it was the coffee making me jittery but I wasn't ready to leave yet. Call it a hunch but I felt like I was being watched. I let a few minutes pass and then a few more. That hunch wouldn't go away. I wolfed down the cold, gooey pancakes in an effort to give me strength, washed down with another cup of coffee and casually lit a cigarette as I walked out the door.
The night was crisp and silent, every echo could be pinpointed, every shadow accounted for. It was clear as day that I was being followed. The guy following me was young from the sounds of it - his shoes were new and he was clumsy walking like he was that even an old dog like me could trace his moves from behind. I gave him the slip and disappeared into an alley, relieved when he walked by none the wiser. I waited a fair few moments before stepping out again onto the sidewalk but had made it two feet when I heard the a gun being cocked behind me. "Hold it right there," a firm female voice said behind me. I knew the jig was up and I put my hands above my head. "Search him, Phil." The young pair of shoes came up behind me and around me.
"You won't find anything sweetheart -"
"Don't turn. Don't move a muscle," the voice became recognizable.
"So, is that little Peggy? And who is this guy, your new lackey?" I kneed the chap out of the way. He was young and inexperienced, it would seem, as he buckled back instantly and his face went bright read.
"I suggest you don't do that again, you're worth more to me alive than dead, but I won't hesitate to defend my own."
"He was giving a little too much attention to the inner thighs, Peggy. But perhaps we see that differently." There was no response, the boy went back to feeling my legs, "recruiting a little young aren't we? I didn't know that was your style, or is that something else we don't see eye to eye on as well?"
"He's clear, ma'am," the youngin' said.
"Alright turn around so I can see you," she said. I turned, as requested, taking in her figure. Her face had hardened with experience but her figure hadn't changed. Peggy might had all the right curves in the right places but she had a powerhouse of a brain behind it too. In fact when I had left town it was a result of her father - and the empire that she must be about to inherit. But this wasn't business I felt specifically inclined to follow up on. Sure, she might tell me what I wanted to know, but not before putting two bullets through my skull.
"I liked it better when I couldn't see you." She smacked me hard across the face.
"What is your business in Sencity? I thought we told you to get lost and not look back."
"You did, and I was going to, until a situation came up," I investigated her gun. "A 9 millimeter? That's what they're giving the heiress these days?" I asked, she smirked.
"Don't change the topic, slick. Get out of town."
"Alright alright, suppose I did get out of town. And suppose this mafia business goes rampant, then right? You're not fooling anyone Peggy. Maybe him but definitely not me. They're encrouching on your territory, and you're going to be wasting your time and bullets on a nobody like me?"
"What exactly are you getting at?" She lowered her gun but not her guard.
"Suppose I stuck around and I offered you assistance in this business. And when it is done, you can do with me whatever you want," I said, my hands lowering as her gun lowered. I reached into my jacket for my cigarettes and lighter, causing her hands to jerk back up. "Cigarette?"
"Alright, suppose I trust you for now, and I kill you later," she said, taking the cigarette and blowing a cloud of smoke in my face.
"Sounds like a plan to me."
"Suppose we shake on it, but I can't have you follow me back you understand," she said, nodding behind me. I had not noticed it but Phil's hands were high above me. He swung a club down on my head, and that was the last I remembered until dawn broke the next morning. I had been pulled into that alley near us and left there for dead. Perhaps that's what she wanted in the end, if the wild dogs of the night came and took me away all the better.
I spent a good deal of the early morning hours walking around town, seeing if any new news had hit the rumor mill. But the usual hubs of conversation were silent. For all intents and purposes it seemed like a quiet night. Perhaps the mafia had missed their mark, or perhaps they took the night off in a drunken slumber. The police were on publicly now looking for anymore clues, leads or suspects to the crimes that had been committed in Sencity. The effect this would have on the town, however, well only time would tell that.
END NIGHT 2
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