“Danny?”
I burst into his
office.
“Governor, where
the hell is my partner?”
His voice reached
me first, thin and oily like a stench preceding a corpse.
“Have you lost
him?” his tone mock solicitous.
“He was coming
here.”
“I have to account
for warders and inmates, not stray policemen.”
He lounged against
the fireplace, rolling a coin across his wiry fingers like a conjurer.
“We know your
tally is off.”
“How many?”
“Three prison
officers, two inmates.”
“So?”
“So we go over
your accounts – downtown, with me as auditor.”
He straightened as I approached,
fingers not missing a beat.
“Know why they disappeared?”
“Save it. Hands
out in front”
His fist swept
towards me.
The coin glinted
as, edge honed like a shank, it caressed
my throat.
Eyes like a
starving herring gull looked down at me.
“Three warders
questioned me. Two inmates challenged me. Two cops did both.”
150 words
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This story was written for Jeff Hollar's Monday Mixer #30
Adjectives:
1) louche
2) draconian
3) solicitous
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