C'mout c'mout
where ever you are.
— The Darker Darkness
The next mark's name was Christopher Langley. He was a lawyer who left his wife for his stripper side piece, then he left her for somebody else he knocked up. He was going to tell girl number three to get an abortion until she said the baby was a boy, as if gender makes a life worth keeping! I know all of this because he bragged about it online. All of it!
My God, the things people admit on social media.
I enjoy my work, but some jobs are better than others, and I expected this one to be one of the best, because this scumbag needed to get got.
His Bitcoin seed words were harder to find than most. They were stamped into a metal plate he'd hidden on the inside of the fuse box with magnets, and I only found that because something felt off, so I cut the power. "Oh, shit! Looky there!"
The house was dark, but I had a flashlight. I clicked it on, but turned it off when I heard the door open.
I'd been in houses when somebody came home. I knew what to do.
The first thing I did when entering any house was find another way out, and a place to hide, just in case.
Bro came home? No problem. I'd slip out the back door or into a closet to wait it out.
I heard someone flicking the light switches, most likely wondering why they weren't working.
I heard the door open again. "Is he leaving? Oh, that's great!"
Then I heard footsteps, followed by nothing. Then, a gunshot. A man's voice shrieked, "Oh God!"
There was a sound like a very large sack of potatoes hitting the ground.
A voice from in the darkness, which sounded darker than the darkness itself, said, "Aaaight, Hose. C'mout C'mout where eveh you aaahh."
It was Boogie, from Foke's crew. How did he know I was here? Did he follow me to the mark's house? How the fuck did I not notice?
I slowly crept out of the closet, trying to figure out where he was, and how I could get out.
"C'mon out, Hose. It's da Boogie man. I'm not gon' hurt you girl, but I ain' gon' huntin' either. Yo' comin' to me."
I crept along a bookcase in the corner of the bedroom to peek down the hall. The house had a back door, but there was no way to reach it without going through the living room, where Boogie was waiting, which meant he either got lucky, or he'd scoped the place while I was inside, searching for the mark's seed words.
There was no way out without facing him first, and it sure seemed like he knew it.
I caught a glimpse of him, standing in the living room, with his feet on each side of the mark, who was very dead. A pool of blood started to form at Boogie's feet. As I peeked around the corner, trying to figure out what my next move was, or if I even had a next move, something else moved in the darkness behind Boogie.
I don't remember seeing it, though I'm sure I did, but I'll never forget the sound.
It was a thwack, which is to say, a crack, but through something not entirely solid. Something wet? And then, there was the sound of a much larger sack of potatoes hitting the floor.
Boogie was down.
And in the darkness where Boogie had stood just moments before, instead, stood the shadow of an even larger man.
It was Nono.
Nono said, "GO."