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She wants me to find her kid sister.

Turns out they had been on holiday down south over the border. Apparently the kid went missing at the train station when they got back in town.

Kids huh? You take your eyes off them for a minute and the little fuckers run off like cockroaches!

“We only have each other” she said.

“I love her like she was my own child” she said.

“I don’t know what I will do if someone has taken her” she said.

“I want you to do what ever it takes to find her” she said.

She said a lot of stuff, all I heard was “blah blah blah, KAAA – CHING!”

Apparently money is not an issue for her, which is cool since I don’t do lost-kids shit for free. Naturally, I quoted her twice my normal fee, plus expenses of course. Hey, I don’t get out of bed for less than a grand a day. I’m like that super model, – but without the looks.

Big tits and rich. Wow, I think I’m in love.

Aaah, fuck it. I bet I’m gonna have to do this shit during the day… I should have charged her more.

First stop is gonna be the guys at the the Security Office at Central Rail Station in Ann Street. They gotta have some sort of security footage of the kid getting off the train.

Might as well go there tonight. It means one less thing to do during the day – which means more sleep-time for me.


Central Rail Station is a five story retro-colonial building with vaulted cielings and lots of exposed steel super-structure. It was meant to look like those european train stations you see in the old black and white war movies. It was meant to be classy. It probably would have been if they had used real sandstone instead of look-alike veneer tiles.

Fucking government, they always take the cheap option.

The aluminium framed windows don’t exactly complete the look either. I’m no architect, but even I knew that was gonna look like shit.

At this time of night the place is pretty-much empty. The only people using this place are the syndicates’ drug and prostitute clientelle. No-one comes to New Hope City for a social visit, not after dark anyway.

Barney should be on duty tonight. He always works the nightshift. He needs the money – an ex-wife and three shitty kids costs a packet nowadays. I like Barney, he’s easy to push around. The sort of sleazy little turd that makes you feel good about yourself when you threaten him. Not because he deserves it, but just because its fun!

Sleazy assholes like Barney give me a reason to get out of bed each day. After-all, everyone has to have a hobby.

“Hiya Barney you scrote, how’s it hangin’?” I love the way he looks like his balls have just retracted up around his ears when I sneak up on him like this. I think its a defence mechanism… you know – “once bitten…” and all that.

“Fuck me Artemis…unh…”

I break Barney’s nose for the second time this month, just for the hell of it.

“You know better than that. Say my name bitch!”

“Sorry, errr Tyler, I forgot…”

“Yeah shithead, you’d forget your fucking balls if your ex had let you keep them!” I growled

“You bwoke my fucking ndose again Tyler!” I love the way Barney sounds with a broken nose.

“Awwww, Barney, don’t flatter yourself, I didn’t come here just for that, – I gotta check out your security tapes from yesterday”

“What you looking for Tyler?” spanner-head asked.

“Fuck me Barney, if I told you that I’d be treating you like a business partner and you know I work alone. Just show me the tapes, fuck-knuckle, and I wont have to break anything else this month.”

Barney was good like that, always willing to help out a fellow human being – out of the goodness of his heart. It just gives you a warm gooey feeling inside.

Two hours later and more fast-forwarding than watching a porn-marathon and I had what I needed.

No-one took that kid. She ran off. Got into a Taxi by herself and never looked back. Weird. Most 13 year olds don’t get into Taxis by themselves. Hell, you don’t see too many 13 year olds in this part of New Hope.

I’m gonna have to check this out with the Taxi company tomorrow morning.

Actually, make that tomorrow afternoon, I gotta sleep sometime.

The New Hope Taxi Service is one of the most protected businesses in the city. Not the least because they are how the syndicate’s clientelle move around the city, but mostly because they do all the cash deliveries to the Cops and the Politicians.

Read Part 3. here



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Artemis Jones is a “Cleaner” for the crime bosses of New Hope City.

Think Film-Noir meets Sam Peckinpah.

Warning: Adult Content & Graphic Violence

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