“Oh. Oh God!” The man said.
“He’s dead, forget him!” I yelled.
“We shouldn’t even be here!” The man said nervously
He ran for it and the bullet when right into his head. I was alone. Nothing else to protect me but my Chicago Piano which had written the cops blood all over the wall. Artistic in a way. I busted through the door and killed the two mobsters. There was one room to go. I busted in and fired a warning shot. There was only one person in there. Some woman named Kelly as her name tag said.
“What do you have to do with this” I yelled.
“I don’t know” She said calmly.
“You’re obviously lying miss”
“Your obviously right, Sherlock.”
“Hey! Do you want me to knock your face in!?"
“I’d rather eliminate you as a competitor” She said slyly.
“ Wait, what?”
I quickly learned what she was talking about when she pulled out a gun. I Knocked it out of her hand and shot her.
I opened the door to my house with the white walls. I threw my gun on the table. There is a note on the floor along with 50 bucks. i picked it up and the words shocked me.
Dear Shalley
I know that you may be surprised but I'm leaving. It hurts to much to tell you why in a letter. If you call me we can work it out. I left the 50 dollars you gave to me. The dog was sent to a shelter. I'm warning you though, the nex-
And that was it. The rest of the note was gone. Not ripped or anything. Just pure blank, nothing but white. It was unnatural. And also, Shirley and I had a tight bond, what could make her leave? She did always complain about me coming home late every night. I figured by now she would know what I do.
I walked over to the sideboard and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Operator?" I said
"Yes?" She responded.
"Can you connect me to a Shirley Sortle."
"Please hold."
After a long pause she finally responded
" There seems to be no person in Chicago named Shirley Sortle "
"That excruciating-!" I yelled before a knock came to my door. I silently walked over to the door and looked through the peephole. It was the cops.
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