Finding A Way Out

Frankie rubbed his neck. “Okay, look, run this by me again. One of us puts our ass on the line because…”

Don sat back and took a deep breath. “Listen, it’s not rocket science. We can’t find Rick to whack him because he’s lying low looking for us. He can’t find us because we’re lying low looking for him. This thing is gonna end bad if we don’t make a move. I say one of us makes our presence know. He won’t shoot in public. The one out there gets taken hostage, the other one follows to wherever he takes him and bang, and we’ve got him.”

Frankie shook his head. “I don’t know Don. Maybe we shouldn’t have done business with him in the first place.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have fucked things up in the first place. Look, Frankie that’s history. We’ve got a situation now. We have to move on this. Put an end to it.”

“So who’s gonna be the bait?”

“Simple, we flip a coin.” Don took a quarter out of his pocket and flipped. “You call it.”

“Heads.”

Don uncovered the coin. “Looks like you’re the bait.” Don always carried his quarter with two tails for just such occasions.

Frankie shook his head. “Okay, so what now?”

“There’s a café not far from where we did the deal. He’ll be watching the area. You go have a cup of coffee there. I’ll be hiding across the street watching. I’ll follow when he takes you, then come in and shoot him.”

They drove to the drop off point and Frankie went to the café and sat outside and ordered. Don watched from a storefront window. An hour went by with nothing happening. Frankie started to get up and leave when he felt a gun in his back.

“Hello Frankie. Where’s your ragbag friend?”

“He’s busy across town. Had some stuff to do. Look Rick, maybe we can work something out.”

“Just move asshole.”

They walked around the corner and Rick shoved Frankie into the car. He drove with one hand on the wheel, the other covering Frankie.

“Don’t even think about making a move, I’d just as soon kill you as look at you.”

He drove to a warehouse on the outskirts and hustled Frankie inside and tied him to a chair.

“Now then, I’m gonna ask you one more time, where is Don?”

“I told you, he’s doing stuff across town.”

“Well then I guess I’ll just have to kill you and find him later.”

Frankie was panicking. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go down. He watched Rick point the gun at his face and cock it.

“No! Wait, okay, look, it’s a set up see? He’s coming to get you. He planned it this way. He followed us here. Please let me live. You can ambush him.”

Rick lowered the gun and laughed just as Don walked in and stood next to him. Frankie’s eyes were like saucers.

“What the hell is going on? I…oh shit, no…”

Don walked over to Frankie and leaned down and spoke into his ear. “I told you, Frankie You shouldn’t have fucked up the deal in the first place. See, I got to thinking about it. Why should my ass be on the line? I made a little deal of my own.”

He reached in his pocket and brought out the ounce of heroin and tossed it on the table in front of Rick.

“So we’re square?”

“Just one more thing Don.”

“Oh yeah, the devil’s in the details, right?” He turned around and put a bullet between Frankie’s eyes.

Rick grinned. “Now we’re square.”

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