The two men stood over the body of the felled security guard. The man with the gun was removing the silencer.
“Dat was even easiah danda fuckin’ alahm.”
“Yeah, whut an idiot. Dis whole profession is goin downhill. Deah’s no trainin anymoah. Useda be you’d worry moah about dese guys danda effin’ cahps.”
“I couldn’t believe my fuckin’ eyes when he opened the doah.”
“You just wanna leave him heah?”
“Yeah, there’s — What da fuck was dat?”
“Sounds like somebody pukin.”
“I see him. You get in theyah and blow that shitbox safe. I’ll go check it out.” He began walking, screwing the silencer back onto his gun.
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Risk
Mystery / ThrillerMartin is a 38-year-old virgin marked for greatness by the insurance gods. In his professional life, he is paid to assess risk, but in his personal life he plays it safe. Experience has shown him that lonely is better than brokenhearted. George is a...
