Songs and Words ch 3 - TV EYE ... “SEE THAT CAT? YEAH, I LOVE HER SO.”

TV EYE

“SEE THAT CAT? YEAH, I LOVE HER SO.”

CHARLOTTE PICKS UP HER HEAD FROM WHAT SHE WAS EATING WHEN A CAR PULLED INTO THE ALLEY. SHE DUCKED BEHIND THE DUMPSTER BUT COULD STILL SEE WHAT WAS GOING ON. A STOCKY MAN WITH A BOMBER JACKET AND BLUE JEANS GOT OUT, SMOKING A CIGAR. THE MAN WALKED AROUND TO THE DRIVER’S SIDE AND MOTIONED FOR THE DRIVER TO ROLL DOWN THE WINDOW. AS THE WINDOW OPENED, CHARLOTTE COULD SEE THE MAN REACH BEHIND HIS BACK TO DRAW OUT A LARGE PISTOL. THE MAN LEANED INTO THE DRIVERS WINDOW THAT HAD BY THIS TIME BEEN COMPLETELY OPENED SAID A FEW WORDS AND QUICKLY POINTED THE PISTOL AT THE DRIVERS HEAD.
CHARLOTTE HEAD A LOUD NOISE…ONE THAT SHE RECOGNIZED AND SHE SUNK FURTHER TOWARD THE CONCRETE IN A PANIC. SHE THEN DASHED BEHIND ONE OF THE BACK DOORS OF THE BUILDING INTO THE NIGHT’S SHADOWS. SHE HESITATED BUT MANAGED TO PEEK OUT AT THE MAN AGAIN WHO HAD OPENED THE DRIVERS DOOR AND DRAGGED THE DRIVER OUT. THE MAN THEN HOISTED THE DRIVER INTO THE DUMPSTER WHERE SHE HAD BEEN HIDING. SHE THEN CAREFULLY AND SLOWLY MADE HER WAY TO THE MAN, WHO WAS LOOKING UP AT THE BUILDING. HE DIDN’T NOTICE HER AND HE WALKED AROUND THE CORNER TO THE FRONT DOOR OF THE LARGER BUILDING. SHE FOLLOWED HIM.
THE MAN PRESSED THE BUZZER AND WAITED. HE PRESSED IT AGAIN AND A VOICE CAME OUT THROUGH THE TINNY SPEAKER.

“WHAT?” A GRUFF VOICE ASKED.

THE MAN REPLIED “ITS JIM. LEMME IN”

“BOSS SEZ YOU’RE LATE.” THE GRUFF VOICE SAID.

JIM REPLIED “DO I GET TO GO HOME THEN?”

“GET UP HERE ASSHOLE, THE BOSS AINT GOT TIME FOR THIS”.
THE DOOR BUZZED AND JIM OPENED IT. CHARLOTTE SNUCK IN BEHIND JIM AS HE WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR.
JIM WALKED UP THE THREE FLIGHTS OF STAIRS WITH CHARLOTTE TRAILING BEHIND HIM A FEW STAIRS BEHIND. BEFORE JIM GOT TO THE TOP OF THE THIRD FLOOR, HE REACHED INSIDE HIS JACKET AND PULLED OUT A KNIFE. HE SLID IT UP HIS SLEEVE AND WALKED DOWN THE CORRIDOR TO WHERE A BIG FAT MAN WAS WAITING.

“PICK UP DA PACE JIMMY BOY” THE FAT MAN SAID IN A GRUFF VOICE “THE BOSS AINT TOO HAPPY RIGHT NOW.”

“WHATSAMATTER? YOU FORGET TO SUCK HIM OFF TODAY?” SMIRKED JIM.

“YOU MUTHA..” WAS ALL THAT THE FAT MAN COULD GET OUT BEFORE JIM SLID THE KNIFE OUT FROM HIS SLEEVE AND SLASHED IT ACROSS THE FAT MAN’S THROAT. THE FAT MAN GURGLED A BLOODY GURGLE AND FELL, WRITHING TO THE FLOOR. JIM FLICKED THE BLOOD OFF OF HIS KNIFE AND RETURNED IT TO HIS JACKET POCKET. CHARLOTTE WAS HIDING BEHIND A WASTEBASKET AND INCHED QUIETLY ALONG THE WALL TO WHERE THE TWO MEN WERE.

JIM WIPED HIS HANDS ON HIS JEANS AND KNOCKED ON THE DOOR. THERE WAS NO ANSWER. HE PAUSED AND THEN OPENED THE DOOR AND WALKED INTO THE ROOM. JIM MADE HIS WAY THROUGH THE ENTRYWAY AND OPENED THE OTHER DOOR THAT OPENED UP TO A BIGGER ROOM. CHARLOTTE SLINKED THROUGH BOTH DOORS THAT WERE SLIGHTLY AJAR.
THE ROOM WAS DARK EXCEPT FOR A LONE FIGURE SITTING AT DESK ILLUMINATED BY ONE DESK LAMP. THE MAN AT THE DESK WAS AN OLDER MAN AND WAS LISTENING TO SOME SOFT JAZZ MUSIC.

“JAMES? I DIDN’T HEAR YOU KNOCK. YOU DID KNOCK, YES? PLEASE HAVE A SEAT AND I WILL GIVE YOU THE INFORMATION FOR THE NEXT CLIENT” THE OLDER MAN SAID.

“DON’T GOT TIME, BOSS ”SAID JIM.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN? YOU HAVE ONLY ONE JOB TONIGHT.” SAID THE BOSS.

“NOPE… I QUIT.” JIM SAID PLAINLY.

THE BOSS LAUGHED AND SAID “NO SERIOUSLY JAMES, WHAT IS YOUR RUSH?”

“I MEAN IT. I’M DONE.” JIM REPLIED.

THE BOSS’ EXPRESSION SOBERED. HE PLACED THE FILE THAT HE WAS HOLDING ONTO HIS DESK.
“NOW YOU KNOW THAT IS NOT AN OPTION. YOU KNEW WHEN YOU SIGNED UP FOR THIS THAT THERE WAS NO LEAVING, YOU EITHER SPEND LIFE HERE OR IN PRISON.”

“ILL TAKE MY CHANCES.” JIM SAID. “BESIDES… I HEAR THAT THIS OPERATION IS FALLING APART… PEOPLE ARE TURNING UP MISSING… THE ROSTER IS SHRINKING.”

THE BOSS THEN LOOKED PUZZLED.
“HOW DIDYOU… WHAT MAKES YOU SAY THAT?”

CHARLOTTE CREPT IN THE SHADOWS AROUND THE PERIMETER OF THE ROOM. SHE APPROACHED THE DESK BEHIND THE BOSS.
AS THE BOSS SPOKE, HE WAS REACHED BENEATH THE DESK TO A HIDDEN SLOT AND PRODUCED A REVOLVER. HE COCKED IT AND HELD IT POINTED UNDERNEATH THE DESK AT JIM.
“DOESN’T MATTER… WON’T MATTER IN A FEW MINUTES.”

“I AGREE” THE BOSS SAID AND SQUEEZED THE TRIGGER THREE TIMES AT JIM. JIM TOOK TWO HITS IN THE THIGH AND ONE IN THE TORSO THAT MADE HIM FALL BACK IN A HEAP.

CHARLOTTE FLINCHED AND CROUCHED CLOSER TO THE FLOOR. IT WAS THAT LOUD SOUND AGAIN. SHE LET OUT A SOFT MEOW. THE BOSS TURNED AROUND WITH THE REVOLVER POISED FOR ANOTHER FEW ROUNDS.
“OH, ITS JUST YOU CHARLOTTE”.
HE PLACED THE REVOLVER ON THE DESK AND REACHED DOWN TO PICK UP THE SMALL BLACK CAT THAT WAS STARING AT HIM WITH HER BIG YELLOW EYES.
“WHAT A STRANGE CREATURE YOU ARE. WHY DO YOU ALWAYS STARE
THAT WAY? IT REMINDS ME OF WHAT MY GRANDMOTHER WOULD SAY… IF PEOPLES EYES WERE THE WINDOWS TO THE SOUL, THEN CATS EYES ARE THE WINDOWS FOR HEAVEN TO SPY ON US WITH…CELESTIAL TELEVISIONS… IS THAT TRUE CHARLOTTE? DO YOU HAVE TV EYES?”

CHARLOTTE PURRED AS HE SCRATCHED HER BACK. SHE COULD HEAR THE CLICK OF A REVOLVER BUT CONTINUED TO PURR. THREE MORE OF THE SAME LOUD SOUNDS THAT CHARLOTTE HAD HEARD TOO MANY TIMES CAME. THIS TIME CHARLOTTE DIDN’T FLINCH. THE BOSSES EYES TEARED UP AS HIS HEAD FELL FORWARD.
CHARLOTTE JUMPED OFF OF HIS LAP AND LOOKED UP AT JIM HOLDING THE REVOLVER.
JIM PLACED THE REVOLVER ONTO THE DESK AND LOOKED DOWN AT THE BLOOD SPATTERED FOLDER.

“LOOKS LIKE ITS YOUR LUCKY DAY STEVEN…”

CHARLOTTE PURRED AND PADDED SLOWLY TO THE OPEN WINDOW TO THE FIRE ESCAPE AND DISAPPEARED INTO THE SHADOWS.

JIM TURNED AND WALKED OUT THE DOOR, DOWN THE STAIRS AND BACK INTO THE NIGHT.

Songs and Words ch 3 - TV EYE ... “SEE THAT CAT? YEAH, I LOVE HER SO.”

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