The Gun For Hire's Bounty

Chapter Three ◬ High And Buzzed With A Great Idea

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“Ah yes, this is Mr. Freeze. I would just like to leave a tip about the murder case of Mr. Peter Willis.” Jupiter looks at me as he makes the call to The Night Police Department. He holds the phone between us so I can hear too.

“Mr. Freeze, please tell me what you know?” The lady asked him.

“Peter Willis bought a big load of pixie dust and the hard coke at the SPADE Club.” He states in a voice deeper than his own. “He had this redhead with him. She was holding a tray up to his nose. And just as I’m about to go over to speak to him. The redhead bites his head off.”

“Mr. Freeze, your story is congruent with the other tips we’ve received. Can you please come in for questioning? We promise it won’t take up-”

“Yeah, sure.” He responds.

I narrow my eyes at him. That was the part where he was supposed to say no and hang up.

“Great, is eight p.m. ok with you?”

“Sure. Sure.”

“Great. See you then.” This time, he hangs up. He puts the phone down on the lever.

“You were supposed to cut them off.”

He shrugs. “This will make it more believable. Plus, it’s not like I’m actually going to go and let myself get questioned by a lot of cops. Fuck, they might try pinning this on me. As much as I’d love that badge of honor, I do not feel like getting jumped by the chihuahuas of the elites.”

I chuckle. “Did you just call the cops, chihuahuas?”

“Fuck yeah, I did. All they ever do is bark, and bark, and bark some more till they get a reaction out of you. Then they can use that reaction against you.”

“You know, that’s what I’ve been saying, but I’ve been referring to them as pigs.”

We walk out of the phone booth. “You wanna go smoke somewhere else?”

“What time is it?” I ask him.

He checks his watch.

I furrow my eyebrows. “Since when did you have a watch?”

“I stole it from someone when I teleported us here.” Ohhh. “It’s a quarter to six.” I raise a brow at him. He smiles. “I’m just messing with you. It’s five-forty-five.”

“Thank you.” I clear my throat. “But no, I can’t smoke with you. I have business to take care of.”

Before I can leave, he stops me. “You’re high. What ’business’ do you need to take care of-”

“Don’t ask me questions.” I cut him off.

“Shit, why?”

“You wanna be an accomplice?” I ask him, sounding dead serious.

He chuckles. “You’re funny.” He puts his arm around me. “Come on, tell me. What kind of business are you in?”

I meet his gaze. “There are some questions you don’t want to know the answers to.”

He raises an eyebrow at me, still thinking I’m joking. “Seriously?”

I crack a smile before laughing. “I’m joking.” I lightly punch his chest. “I was just trying to politely tell you to fuck off, my business doesn’t concern you, but obviously you didn’t get the message.”

“That was rude, you know that?” He scoffs and pulls me close to him when I’m about to cross the street.

“It’s also rude to pry into people’s personal lives.” I retort as I stare at people rushing by. Some of them wear their usual work clothes, while most wear some form of hero merchandise.