La Historia

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"We're gonna kill you." Ez said as he looked at Happy. "Make it look like a break-in. We don't want that. All we want to know is who paid you to kill our mother."

"It was over nine fucking years ago. It doesn't make you a snitch. It's our fucking mother." I told him as I looked Happy dead in the eye.

"Who was it? Give us a name!" Angel screamed at him, shoving the gun at the wound I gave him. Happy cried in pain. "Who? Who the fuck paid you? Fuck that dog." He charges to the dog, pointing the gun at it.

"Angel!" I screamed.

"No!" Happy screamed. "He's just hungry." He said.

"I'll blow off his legs one at a time. Slice off his nose, his fucking tail. Keep him alive as long as I can so you can watch him suffer." Angel said, without a blink.

"Just tell us." Ez whispers to him.

"Please." I told him. Happy looked at us. He was defeated.

"Fine

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"Fine. Just feed him." He said. I walked to to the kitchen, where to dog food was. Angel followed as Ez went to find a file for Happy.

"You weren't gonna shoot that dog, right?" I told him as i filled the bowl with water. "Angel?"

"At least he said something."

"If you point the gun at that dog again, i will shoot you myself." I turned away. The dog started to eat.

"Did you find it?" Happy said to Ez as he entered the room.

"Think so."

"That's it." He said as he saw the file. "It's towards the bottom. An old fax." Angel and I went to Ez. He opened the file and we saw mom's pictures, times written down where she was.

"Fuck." Ez sighs.

"Jesus." Angel closes his eyes.

"Mom." I whispered.

"Look at the next page." Happy told us. Ez turned the page.

"Pop." Ez whispers.

"I fucked up. I was supposed to kill both of them. The job came in through Packer." Happy confessed.

"San Bernardino?"

"Yeah, closest charter to the border."

"It came from Mexico." I said.

"Yeah, that's all I knew. Packer might have more details. He's anal about keeping records. But he won't have a name. Don't work that way."

"Tell us what happened." Happy looks away from us. I stood in front of him.

"Tell us." I told him. He sighed as he saw me.

"I came in the back. Shop was closed. It was just your mom. Your old man must have left a few minutes before." The three of us grabbed chairs and sat down, listing to Happys side of the story.

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