Brotherly Love
“They were supposed to be here a while ago”.
“Hey, I’m just the messenger, Jimmy”.
Jimmy lights up a cigarette, opens the driver’s side window a bit. Dylan’s “Knocking On Heavens Door” plays quietly on the car radio.
“It’s freezing out there”.
Jimmy reaches out to turn up the heat.
“Listen, Donny, I’ve got everything riding on this. It’s my last chance. Don’t give me this “messenger” crap. You know better than anyone that you’ve gotta be firm with these guys”.
Jimmy leans forward, searches for something beneath his seat. He locates his .44 Magnum, puts it in his right jacket pocket.
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“You’re just not cut out for this sort of shit”, Paul said, as they lifted the corpse out of the trunk of the car.
Joey knew he was right. He held the lifeless man by the legs, Paul at the other end, his hands clutching the body by the sides of it’s chest. They carried it until they reached the edge of the cliff, and at the silent count of three swung the recently murdered man down into the river below.
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