I glanced at my watch it was now one thirty seven. Looks like you wouldn’t have made the lunch either. The dilemma struck me. I didn’t want Sarah to be set up for this and I didn’t want to kill her. That stupid bitch. Screw it, get the job done. I’d killed bystanders before it was nothing new. And hell I didn’t plan on ever seeing her again after the job was done anyway. I know the situation; I would do this then catch a taxi cab out to the country where I would meet with Sal who would have stopped by my apartment and gotten my stuff. I was clean, no problem I’d terminated a hit before and I’d keep on doing it until my number was up. Derek wasn’t a bad guy he was just related to one. Not that I was particularly self-righteous I just worked for the other bad guy, so it goes.
I screwed on the silencer. Another habit, waiting until the last minute but the barrel was too uncomfortable to carry around the other way and besides if things did go crazy the extra noise usually helped me find an out since I was the only one not surprised. I pointed the barrel three inches away from Derek’s head the hollow points in the chamber would make quite a mess but that would just delay body identification and buy me an extra few hours of time for my existence in this place to fade into oblivion. I squeezed the trigger a puff of air Derek’s head looked like cherry cobbler.
Sarah roused. She looked me directly in the eyes, there was no fear in them yet; she hadn’t noticed anything. I jerked the gun into her face and fired three shots into her.
I stood in the bedroom for a few moments. Some of Sarah’s blood had splattered onto my tie and shirt. She had actually gotten that close to me. I unscrewed the silencer and put it into my coat pocket, I holstered the gun. I walked out of the room and descended the fire escape.
In the alley I took off my tie coat and shirt. I had a grey undershirt on I untucked it from my pants and messed my hair up. Damn what am I gonna do with my gear? I put the holster on and turned the coat inside-out putting it back on. I crumpled the shirt and tie in my hand and began to walk down the street.
Ten blocks away I tossed the bloody shirt and tie into a dumpster. I hailed a cab and was on my way out of this place.