C'mout c'mout
where ever you are.
— The Darker Darkness
The next mark was Christopher Langley. He was a lawyer who left his wife for his stripper side piece, then he left her for somebody else because he knocked her 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 talked about it online. All of it.
He bragged about 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 attached to the inside of the fuse box door with magnets. I only found it because something felt off, so I cut the power, and, "Oh, shit! Looky there!"
It was late afternoon, and the house was dark, but I had a flashlight. I clicked it on, but turned it off when I heard a door open. It wasn't the front door though. Was it a side door? Had somebody else been in the house the whole time? No way, right?
I wasn't worried.
I'd been in some sticky situations before.
The first thing I did when entering any house was find another way out, and find a place to hide, just in case.
This house had a front door and a back door, but the back door had a bunch of heavy boxes in front of it, so that wasn't an option for an easy escape. It's a shame, too, because that's the part of the house I was in.
The closest place to hide was a bedroom closet, so that's where I went. As I quietly closed the door, I heard someone flicking a light switch, probably wondering why it didn't work.
Then I heard the front door open, followed by the sound of footsteps. A man said, "Hello?" and then shrieked, "Oh God!"
There was a gunshot and a moment of silence before what sounded like a very large sack of potatoes flopped to 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 just kill the mark? Did he follow me to the mark's house? And how the fuck did I not notice?
I slowly crept out of the closet, trying to figure out where he was, hoping to make a dash for the front door.
"It's da Boogie man, Hose. I'm not gon' hurt you girl, but I ain' goin' huntin' either. Yo' comin' to me."
I took a peek bedroom door to see if it was safe to make a run for it. If I could get down the hall, the front door wasn't far, but there was no way to reach it without going through the living room. I saw a shadow move at the end of the hall. It had to be Boogie, which meant he either got lucky, or he was the one who blocked the back door.
There was no way for me to get 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 took another peek out the bedroom door, in an attempt 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 no longer solid. Something wet? And then, there was the sound of a much larger sack of potatoes crashing to 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."