So right now, I’m sorta struggling with a bit of insomnia. No particular noteworthy reason for it, other than I’m not asleep and it’s almost tomorrow. Since I’ve been sticking around on Facebook too much, I figure there’s something in my head that needs to come out and hey look, I have a blog.
The weight on my finger reminded me that I had to get home. The ricochet off the wall above my head reminded me that someone didn’t want me to get out of this alley. I was getting lucky. The rain obscured most of the scene, but let’s face it…they’d tracked me down this far. I wasn’t about to lead them back to someone important.
I slid my revolver out from under my coat and checked it. Six slugs…two less than I’d had at the bar an hour ago. I had to make them count or this wasn’t going to be pretty.
A high pitched voice rang out across the alley, “Hey, PI, you think it’s a good time to give us what the boss wants? Mebbe we’ll let you get outta here in one piece?”
Ugh…I hate cheap hoods who assume I only have one job ever. “What the hell are you talking about? Is your boss that kid rapist I tracked down a week ago? Maybe he’s the guy I followed to that “wife swap” where he didn’t bring a wife.”
Yeah, got him talking enough to find his voice. I dashed across the alley and put one shot in the direction of his weasely tone, I hear the thump of an impact. Maybe I got lucky and hit the guy in the mouth. Though, given how talkative he is, I’d probably be luckier to hit him in the leg and hope his pals finish him just to shut him up.
Another deeper voice chimed in, “Nah, it’s about da Morgan case, right, Shim?”
The Morgan case? I haven’t had any progress on that thing in three months…are these guys really that slow or did I actually stumble on to something?
Okay, I think I wrote myself a decent opening. I’m gonna try and not let the 300 words here go to waste. Maybe I’ll start to enforce a “write 300 more words tomorrow” kinda thing on myself just to get some more written…