Murderer of Rock Hill

The Money

David did not look for people to eliminate, well sometimes, but mostly he was a contract killer. He would kill for money. He wanted money for better weapons. To him it was like a video game, he spends money on ammunition and guns and earns money with those things. The police officer had been a mishap, David didn't want him dead and he had nothing against that officer. He was just in the way and and to be disposed of.
David didn't look for money, people came to him. There was a group within the city who told people where to find David if they wanted someone dead. Then, the people would walk to his house in the woods, and talk to David. It was a lot of money for someone to die, so for poor people he lowered the price.

Later on, towards dusk, someone knocked on his door. David got up and moved carefully to the door. He opened it slowly.
"Are you the person that kills for money?"
"It depends. Who on earth are you, and what do you need?" David asked in a clearly superior tone.
"I am Bobby. I want someone dead," the man, Bobby, responded. At the word "dead", David opened the door and let Bobby in.
"So tell me, who do you want killed?" David asked.
"Well, there's my neighbor. He is kind of a rude, grumpy jerk and I don't like him."
"Tell me about his routine somewhere he goes everyday," David demanded.
"He does leave go to the coffee shop at exactly 8:05 every morning. He gets there by 8:15 and then leaves at 9:00 sharp to go to work. He gets home between 5:00 and 6:00,"
"Okay, $15,000," David said this like he was charging money for a lemonade stand. "I want the money by Friday, no later or you and you family will end up as dead as William Shakespeare!"
"Okay," Bobby squeaked out as he ran to the door and left.
I'll murder this neighbor, but if I don't get my money, I finally get to use my mini gun. David thought as Bobby left. David would murder this man tomorrow at the corner of the coffee shop. Today was Wednesday, the man would die on Wednesday.
     David would kill the man as he was crossing the street. The bullet would fire and then David would hide for a minute then leave. He would fire the shot from on top of the coffee shop.
     But all of that was for tomorrow.