Killer Money

Part one

Alex was sitting in his room, the storm outside, the peaceful patter of rain on the roof with abrupt strikes of thunder and lightning off in the distance. Alex sat in his chair, staring out the window, he held his cane in his hand. Alex House was a young man, only 25, but his leg had been damaged to an incident lost in the past, the man who caused it was no longer around. There was obvious surprise when he heard knocking on his front door. Alex looked up at the clock, it was midnight, he didn't know who was there but he doubted they were there for a friendly chat.

By the time Alex had made his way to the front door, the light knocking had changed into banging, Alex opened the door, and there stood one of his old friends, he was accompanied by two large men in suits, muscle for hire most likely. Alex moved to the side, the three walked inside, "so, what brings you to my humble abode?" Alex asked, slowly making his way to the kitchen, "you owe me a favor Alex" the man said, following Alex to the kitchen, keeping his pace slow and steady as to keep up with Alex.

Alex didn't say anything for a moment, pouring two glasses of whiskey, before he nodded "It's been five years John, I thought you'd forgotten" he said chuckling, handing one of the glasses to his old friend, John shook his head, "I need you to find me someone" John took the glass, slowly drinking the alcohol inside. Alex nodded, sitting down on a stool next to the counter, he nodded "A gambler?" he asked, John nodded, "yes, this is your specialty, or have you lost all your tricks?" John asked snarkily. Alex chuckled "ah gambling is like riding a bike, you never really forget," he said, for a few minutes after there was a heavy silence, "after this the slate is clean, we never speak to each other again" Alex said, John nodded, "I wouldn't be here now if I didn't need your help."

Alex stood, looking at his old friend, "you have any information for me, or am i starting blank?" Alex asked, finishing the rest of his whiskey, he set his glass down, and began walking towards John, who handed him a folder, "here, this is all we have on them" Alex looked through the folder, one single paper with a few casinos they hit, their name, and a few other pieces of information "where did the name silver come from?" Alex asked looking up at John, "that's all we could find, every casino they hit that's the name they'd use." John set his half-empty glass on the counter, "you know how to contact me when you find them, tell me immediately" Alex nodded, shaking John's hand, and as quickly as they had arrived, the man and his thugs were gone, with a slam of a door behind them.