Sunday, January 29, 2012
A Man, A Musket, And A Murder Vol 7
"Mr. Stokely will see you now. Please follow me to his office." She said, then began winding her way expertly through the labyrinth of glass walls and hallways to a set of tall oak doors. It took all of her strength to wedge them open. Clearly this building wasn't disabled-friendly.
Bert's figure cut a shadow that was considerably larger than Vic remembered from twenty years ago. He gripped a double scotch in one hand and held the bottle outstretched in the other. "Vic Musket. I believe I owe you a drink."
"That's kinda why I'm here..." Vic paused to pull deeply from the bottle, stopping his host mid-stride as he was retrieving a second glass. Bert realized he would never get the $500 bottle of scotch back. "I really got my testicles tangled back in the city, and I could really use the help of someone with political connections. As you mentioned... you owe me a favor or two..." Vic pulled open his shirt to reveal a pink scar in the center of his chest, seemingly right over his heart, leading Bert to assume that perhaps he didn't have one.
"Well, the DA out there is my kid's godfather. Anything you ask, consider it done." Bert replied with the utmost confidence while sipping his scotch. "What's the damage Musket? Did you kill a whore, or something?"
"No. But all the evidence says that I did."
"Jesus, Vic!" The businessman said, dribbling scotch onto his silk tie. "Are you fucking kidding me? I'm not sure I can pull hard enough to get you out of a rape-murder!"
"I didn't fucking murder anyone, dammit! And the sex was completely consensual. Paid for, but consensual. I'm being framed by someone powerful, so I need my most powerful ally. Can you help me here?"
Bert was pacing back and forth now, knowing perfectly well how big of a shitstorm he was walking into if he decided to help Vic out. He knew that this kind of shitstorm always gets in your mouth, but if you throw enough money at it you can at least avoid the hepatitis. "I'm in. But let's be clear... when this is done I never want to see you again."
A big smile came across Vic's face. Once again the piss from the sky was turning into rain. If there was really a God up above then he must be evil to look after a sinner like him.
To be continued...
Posted by Hamtackle at 1/29/2012 08:08:00 PM
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