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Licked her lips, tasted sweet waxy sluice of lipstick and nervous sweat. The driver's side window was shattered, gave front row view of Charlie Sumner beating poor Benny Goldman to death with the tire iron taken from his own Volvo. Her cell phone rang absently on her lap, the caller ID flashing 'Benny' her hands were shaking too violently to work the keys. Other hand stroking the nape of her neck.
"Gloria, for the love of !"
Sumner showed no sign of slowing, arms rising and falling like a blacksmith's. Benny's voice was a slurred whimper.
"Why, Gloria? Why "
Thick, metallic sound, like a miner's pick on stone; watery squish of boots on mud. Benny mud. A long pause, Benny's death defined by a long, high pitched whine. Sumner dropped the tire iron, resounding clunk as it hit the blood-warm asphalt.
"Whooo!" Sumner wheezed. "Whooo! We got a mess here, Gloria. We got a mess, that's for sure."
"Are... " she gulped. "Are you all right?"
"Me?" he laughed. "I'm fantastic. Whooo! Benny, though. Benny's a mess. Who'da thunk for such a little guy, he'd be filled with so much juice? Whooo! All over me! What a mess! you should see this!"
"I can see it all just fine, Charlie."
"What was he thinking?" he asked, snorting loudly. "I mean, what was he thinking? You gotta see this, Gloria. I mean. The little bastard stabbed me in the leg! What was he thinking?"
She stepped out of the car, phone gripped in one hand. "But you're otherwise all right?"
"Yeah, fine. Where the hell is that knife? Can't be leaving evidence around like that, y'know? Whooo! Such a god damned mess!"
"Let me take a look at that," she said. "Your leg. Let me "
"Oh, yeah. Sure." She dropped to her knees, probing the red splotch on his leg. He rattled on. "Helluva a thing, little man like that gets the gumption to go after a man like me. I mean... no offense, Gloria, but the little jerk was an accountant, not a Green Beret. You see him go after me like that? Charged right in, right in like a bull, like "
Never finished the sentence.
Benny's knife.
In his groin artery. Choking on his own tongue.
She smirked, taste of lipstick and nervous sweat filming her lips. "Like a man in love. Know the feeling, Charlie?" http://50yearsfromnow.blogspot.com MONGO IS A RACIST PIECE OF SHIT.
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