AFTER THE MURDER
another excerpt from
"War Angel" by Keith KareemWilliams
Lenox felt strong hands
weaken and fall away from his throat as Jon collapsed at his feet in a twisted,
sickening heap. The heavy, wet, thud woke Lenox from a murderous, crimson
daydream. Later on he would wonder if it had been the side-effect of an
adrenaline rush or if he had really lost himself. He stared at what he had done
for a few moments, shocked, disgusted and fascinated. Once he was sure that Jon
was dead, he stepped over the body, picked up his gun and left.
***
To Lenox’s dismay,
Hector was gone and the car was locked when he got back outside. He wondered if
leaving him stranded at the scene of a murder that he had just committed had
been a part of Carmen’s plan all along. Without his car, his chances of quickly
putting distance between himself and Jon’s corpse was impossible. He couldn’t
just call a cab and there was no public transportation in such a swanky,
private community. Even if there was, he was completely covered in blood. He
almost laughed at how foolish he had been to get caught up in Carmen’s snare.
That’s when Hector showed up, walking briskly from the shadows at the side of
the house, carrying a small, black duffel bag.
“Are you crazy? Where
the fuck were you?” Lenox asked.
“I used the key that
Josephine gave Carmen to sneak upstairs without a fuss to steal money and
jewelry,” Hector explained as he opened the car doors. “Now get in!”
“That ain’t what we fuckin’
came here for!” Lenox complained.
“No,
it’s not but we needed to make this look like a robbery to protect Josephine.
Oh, by the way, I broke the lock on the side door on purpose so I’m sure the
silent alarm is going off as we stand here fucking arguing. It might be better
if we finished our conversation somewhere else…unless of course you want to
wait and explain things to the cops?” Hector asked before he got in the car and
started the engine
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