Nasty Peice of Business

Of course I gave a statement to the Homicide Detectives that came to my house..So did Cock Robbins. We had no idea who these gentlemen were or who killed them. I found out quick enough.

"This gentlemen here in front of your house Mr. Morris is none other than John "The undertaker" Francis. A real nasty peice of business. He's a suspect in close to twenty two contract killings. If somebody sent him at you...then you've pissed off somebody really important son." said the Black Homicide Detective in a the nice suit, trenchcoat and fedora
hat with a feather in it.

"But who? I don't do anything but go to work and come home..who would have it in for me?"
I said.

"I don't know, but somebody put out a lot of money..this guy is one of the best...Was one of the
best...Somebody ended his career. He was a stone cold killer, a psychopath...We been tryin to put him away for years...but we couldn't make anything stick. Somebody saved the taxpayers a lot of money. Whoever put four hot ones in him is alright with me." said the Detective.

"What about the white guy at my spot?" asked Cock Robbins, who was visibly shaken.

"Now him? He was another peice of work..That was Peter Grissom....better known as "The Angel of Death", another high class, high paid hitman. He's also tied to a number of murders.
You two are either the two luckiest guys in the world or the unluckiest in that you have a determined enemy who is gonna stop at nothin to get rid of you both." said the Detective.

"Well, My girlfriend and his wife are staying somewhere safe..and me and him are gonna lay
low until we get to the bottom of this." I said.

"Let us handle this guys...this is what we get paid for. If you're gonna do a powder, keep in touch. Here is my card...you hear anything, you call Philly Homicide, ya hear?" he said looking
at me.

"Sure...of course." I said as the Detective and the other policemen pulled off.

I got in Cock Robbins car and we drove over to Josie's Bar where we were met by Gus. Gus would know what to do. At least I hoped he would. I always went to him for sage advice over the years.

"Kevin, what you done got yourself into now?" said the old Bartender.

"I don't know Gus..I was hopin you'd know somethin." I said.

" Kevin...Eric Slaughter is after you...you don't know?" he said, surprised that I didn't.

"Who the hell is Eric Slaughter?" I asked...I had never heard the name before. Cock Robbins sat up...He had obviously heard of him.

"He's a nasty peice of business Kev...He's a big time gangster out of Newark.." said Cock Robbins.

"I never heard of him or those two men." I re-interated.

"Yeah " said Gus. "And them two guys he sent at you.....the best in the business. If they're after
you, you might as well get a gun and shoot yourself. Now they dead....hahahaha Kev, you sure put a scare in old Eric, he probably wonderin what to do next."

"Gus...I didn't do nothin...I don't know no Eric Slaughter, I wouldn't know him if I tripped over him in the street and I didn't kill his hitmen...I don't know who did us that favor."I said.

Gus didn't look like he believed me but he said-

"Well, he knows you and he wants you dead..both of yall...He's had people askin around about
both of you for days now...I been trying to get in contact with you to tell you to watch your back." said Gus.

"Gus, I need help..I need some muscle." I said.

"Kevin, nobody is going to help you, everybody is scared to death right now. Here's some keys ..
I got a cabin, right outside town...both of you can hole up there for a spell..maybe he'll get tired
of lookin for you and leave town." said Gus.

I took the keys...Cock looked frightened out of his mind. If this guy Slaughter spent that kind of money and hired that kind of talent...He wasn't going anywhere. I had to have time to think of how to get at him.

"Thanks Gus...but I don't think he will...but it's better if we get the hell out of here right now"
I said as Gus gave me the directions and keys and the two of us got in the car and pulled off.

(To be continued...)