Honey Whiskey

Paid to Kill

Entering the office, Conway approached the desk sternly. Papi had been working there all morning. He was writing in his black notebook, scribbling down all the receipts and every amount of money coming and going from the Silver Fox. Finally done with his task, he closed his book and glanced at his employee.

"Yes?"

"They know about the murder.", stunned, Papi held himself back from reacting to the news.

"I will assume you won't say anything about my participation in your employment and the tasks I have been giving you."

"...", a glimpse of uncertainty graced his face, Conway locked eyes with the older man who was throning in his chair.

"If you dare, I want you to know that I am very familiar with many people who owe me. I would watch my back if I were you."

Papi was ready to prove to him that he was serious about his threat. He knew the right people to call to make this nuisance disappear. From all his years in and out of prison, he had made a lot of connections in a lot of places. Seemingly good or bad people, everyone could be bought with the right amount of money.

"I won't, sir."

"Good. Well, then you should get out of town very quickly. We wouldn't want you to get in trouble. It could be dragged back to me and this would be very bad for you.", he slid the notebook into his desk drawer.

"I will pack my bags, sir."

"Good luck."

After the departure of Conway, Papi made a few quick phone calls to some of his 'old friends' from prison and New York. He had to sever all leads possible, he was trying to keep his operation afloat. He never wanted to go back to prison where he would be far from being a free man.

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Clearing his clothes from his closet and drawers, he stuffed them in a duffle bag. Conway took everything he owned, a few pieces of clothing, some of which still had price tags attached to them and toiletries. After he had carried the bag to his car, he hurried back inside the house. His important paperwork was hiding under the floorboards in the living room. As he bent over to reach his hiding spot, it was too late. The front door was busted open and a large group of armed policemen barged into the rental home. They were screaming orders as Conway was dragged to the ground. Roughly handcuffed with no care for his wrists, he tried to get away from the men who were holding him, with no success.

"Let's go!"

Before he could even spill out a word, he was brought back outside and thrown into a police van. After a drive through the town, he was brought to the police station. Forcefully sat in the metallic chair in the interrogation room. He reviewed what he was going to say, over and over again. Conway ironed out each mistake or small detail from his speech. After a few minutes, a police officer walked into the room and locked eyes with him.

"So, you must be Conway?"

"..."

"I imagine you would like a lawyer?", amused, the officer smiled as if he had already confessed. It was a trap.

"I don't need one because I haven't done anything wrong.", he looked away.

"I have multiple large folders containing a multitude of evidence. I even have a large amount of bodies that lead me back to you. Every. Single. Time. You aren't so good at your job, are you?"

"You have nothing against me."

"This is what you think.", he smiled as he was exiting the room, leaving Conway by himself.

He looked around very attentively, the grey concrete walls looked rough. The ceiling lights were beaming onto him, he noticed his reflection in the mirror. He had a few thoughts that he kept to himself. Finally, the man returned to the interrogation room, Conway was now faced with a large pile of evidence. They were slammed on the table in front of him, the officer was opening them and showing him the evidence he had gathered. He meticulously looked at each of them. He hadn't forgotten any of his victims but he knew he couldn't give away Papi to the authorities. It would cost him his life and he would rather rot in jail than be stabbed by one of his guys.

"I want a lawyer.", he blurted out with no hesitation.