75 Word Short Story - The Chicago Overcoat: Late Night With Cal Jones

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Cigar smoke filled the night air; a chill ran down the spine of Cal Jones.

His righthand gunman came over to him then. Cal noticed a bit of blood on his shoes; the job had been done.

"He swimming?" Cal asked.

The gunman took a flask from his inner coat pocket, took a swig from it, and offered it to Cal. "He's drowning."

Cal accepted the flask, and took a swig. "All according to plan."

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