Merrick

The large man had been busy, very.

Sat back now, savoring his first Seven ‘n Seven of the evening

Jesus H……………what a blast.

First, meet with the psycho, and being real careful. The fuck was in meltdown, who knew

when’d go seriously postal? The large man could see it in his eyes, the fevered glint,

some psychotic shit waiting to be fused. He met with him in Queens, business closed for

the day, the large man had his Nine in his jacket right hand pocket, one crazy flicker from

the crazy, he’d blow his shit to kingdom come. He kept in macho pose, no choice, said

‘Give me the fucking money.’

Got it.

Tried not to show his joy at the what might be the clincher on Boca. Kept his face in cold

neutral, demanded

‘The Heckler and Koch?’

Tricky moment.

The psycho was having some conflicting thoughts. Time to ride roughshod, he said

‘Don’t be fucking stupid, I have to have the gun that matches the slug they took out of

Merrick, then put it in the hand of the dentist in Tribeca, with a typed note of remorse and

believe this shitkicker, we are seriously on the clock. You want to continue enjoying your

………..interests? Then be smart.’

Got the gun.

Had to cross town, in traffic for Chris sakes, meet with the dentist, and blow the bastard’s

brain to fuck and gone.

Not that he found that difficult, who wouldn’t want to waste a freaking dentist, give it to

the son of a bitch in the teeth, no, the worry was being seen and his luck held. He’d hate

to have had to waste the Barbie doll Receptionist. He might yet have plans for her.

Then a call to 911 and let justice roll.

He laughed out loud.

Sometimes, it was just too fucking easy.