Killer Money

Part two

It was now the next morning, Alex had gone to one of the clubs that had been suggested, he had been there for only a few hours, he had gotten drunker than he'd care to admit. Alex, even in his condition, was still emptying the pockets of his fellow gamblers. Alex was sitting there, infuriating a whole new group of gamblers, when suddenly another player walked up, kicking one of the guys out of their seat, the young lady sat down, Alex, looked up at her, "well hello, who are you?" he asked, his words, of course, weren't perfect. The young lady looked up at him, a new hand was being dealt with all the remaining players, and quietly mumbled: "I'm silver." Alex knew that name, but now he couldn't remember why. Alex thought for a moment, but shook his head, didn't matter did it?

Alex played for a few hours; it was now midnight, he had lost some and won some against this new player. Alex got up from the table, got one more round of whiskey, and then set off to find his way home. Alex exited the building, stumbling onto the sidewalk, he was worse than he thought. Alex found a bench to sit down on, pulling his phone out he called one of his friends to come to give him a ride. Alex closed his eyes and just decided to wait for them.

When Alex opened his eyes, he was still on that bench, the only difference was, the sun was out, and his head felt worse than it's ever been. Alex checked his pockets before anything; everything he had on him was gone. Alex stood, holding his head, he looked around, sighing he decided he would go home.

Alex walked down the street; memories slowly came back to him, he remembered the entrance Silver made, he remembered walking outside, he remembered his phone call. He kept walking, trying to remember whom he called, Bill; he had called Bill. Alex got home, walking inside he went to his room, opening a hidden safe, where he kept a backup phone and a few other items. He dialed the same number he did last night; no one picked up. Alex continued to try to call him; he assumed Bill had something to do with all of his stuff going missing.

Alex called another one of his old friends, this one picked up, "Ace, yeah I need your help" Alex said, the man sitting at the other side of the phone stayed silent for a few moments "what's up, what do you need?" Ace asked, Alex, was pacing around the room "I'm looking for someone, and I think Bill helped them rob me, I need your help in finding Bill." Ace signed, after a few minutes of silence that hung around the room like a heavy mist, Ace hung up, Alex looked at his phone, putting it in his pocket. "I hope that means yes," Alex said.