THIRTY-FOUR
“UNLOCK IT,” I SAID as I shoved the man’s phone in his face. Without much hesitation his thick, stubby fingers took the device from me and punched in his pin code. His perspiration was everywhere now, and he had to slide the round spectacles back up his nose.
“Please, what are you going to do?” He asked with wide, innocent eyes. Eyes that did not betray the man hidden inside. They danced to the large corpse behind me where blood’s been flowing from the facedown head. Then they looked down at the man to my left, the smoking tough-guy with the silver hair. Groans had started to come from him now. He would come to soon, but his doctors would have a hell of time getting that right eye to ever work again.
I didn’t answer his question. I grabbed the phone from his hand and wiped i
