THE NEW BOY
"OK new boy, the Boss needs this brought over to
him and he asked for you specially," he smiled as he
handed over a fat padded envelope sealed round and
round with clear tape. Perhaps it was the scar, but the
smile came across as a wicked grin.
"Don't let us down and don't even think about looking
"Yes Sir, you can rely on me," the new boy replied in
a suitably respectful voice. But inside he was
thinking you won't be calling me boy for long. What's
more, that scar doesn't scare me one little bit, it's
nothing but the mark of a loser.
Scarface smiled again, "Do you have a weapon? By
the way, the Boss must like you for he said he won't
start dinner until you arrive."
"Oh yes, I have a weapon and the Boss does me a
very great honour."
He carried the envelope to his car like a trophy and
proudly laid it on the front passenger seat. More
discretely he slipped his handgun beside it then
covered both with his coat. If only his friends could
see him now.
But he and his envelope were being watched and not
by his friends. "Good things come to them that wait,"
said one of the shadowy figures on the motorcycle,
"but don't get too close, not yet."
But they did get close.
* * *
"There's fresh blood everywhere, don't touch it
without gloves you might catch something," the older
detective warned the young officer. It wasn't too
difficult for them to work out the sequence of events
that had unfolded at the traffic lights. It should have
been a quick clean robbery but the target had a gun
and he had put up a fight.
"OK let's see what these fine citizens chose to die
for," he said indicating that the young officer should
open the blooded envelope. With curious colleagues
gathering round, the young officer could sense the
drama of the occasion. More slowly than was
necessary, he opened the envelope and drew out a
small plain cardboard box.
Looking inside he announced, "Looks like someone
important is still waiting for dinner."
Of course they asked how he could tell. At first he
claimed it was just something a really good detective
would be able to get through intuition. Then he let
them see that the box was home to an expensive
looking set of dentures.
The New Boy was published in the
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Gold Dust, Issue Eight