Trudy

Mrs. Monk and the Homeless man, Pt1 the murder.

1:18AM April 15, 1993, San Francsico  

A hooded figure was walking down the street, the man looking anxious looking back and forth behind him as if he was wondering if anybody has seen him. He kept walking until he came to a park, he paused then kept walking, the walking turned into a run, he looked around again. Nobody else. He looked back in front of him to see another man standing there, the man was wearing torn clothes and was shaking,

" Good your here. " The hooded man said, surprised, He Stepped forward.

" Yep, I'm here, now where's my money. " The shaking man said obviously impatient.

" I really don't think you'd need all this money, since you're so old. " The Hooded man Said, With a smirk.

" Well, I really don't think you'd like to go to jail. I'll go to the cops! " The shaking man said with a threatening tone.

" Yep, I know but just to make sure... " The hooded man Whispered just loud enough that the other man could hear him.

" Wait! What do you mean by tha- " He was cut off by a bullet going through his chest.

" Won't be telling anybody today. " The hooded man snickered and ran off obviously anxious.

Thank you for reading Pt1!