Wrestling the Kraken

Dante

Dante

It was nearly closing time. Dante caught sight of one of the bodyguards his father hired. The short one. Time to test their loyalty.

He made his way over, coming up beside him near an alcove underneath the stairs. They both stood there looking out.

"What do you want?" He said.

"Straight to the point. That's good." Dante replied. Then he turned to face him. "What's your name?"

"Morris."

"Okay Morris, what's your deal?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, why'd you take the job?"

"A job's a job."

Dante saw that this was going to take a while. "Come on, my father's been trying to get guards for years. No one wants the job, especially for what he's paying. I thought you were straight to the point, Morris. Quit beating around the bush."

"There's a bush and then there's blocking. I know you're digging for information." He replied, then raised a brow at Dante. "Where'd you get the drugs?"

Impressed that he wasn't a mindless goon, Dante tried a different tactic. "I have suspicions that my father is behind the murders." He admitted and waited to see his reaction. No surprise, no change in face, just a slow moving smile turning up one side of his lip. "How long did you suspect?"

"When your father took my sister aside in Detroit. She never came home." He said and glanced over at Dante. "He of course had an alibi."

"So you and..."

"Leroy."

"So you and Leroy took the job to get close to him?" Dante asked.

There was that smile again.

"I think you and I should have a more private conversation." Dante said.

Morris turned to him, intrigued.