The Killer II by Jack Elgos

limousine slowed and pulled to the side of the road as the glass screen slid down. ‘Here you go sir,’ the driver told Liam politely. ‘Where to next Mr. McKee?’ he continued before turning to see the lifeless body of his boss in a pool of blood that was spreading across the seat.
    Within seconds he was dead too as The Killer swept across his throat. ‘I’m sorry,’ Liam informed him. ‘I had no quarrel with you.’
    Liam removed his blood soaked jacket and cut the wet cuffs from his shirt. He wiped his blade and his hands on a clean area of McKee’s clothing, folded the jacket over his arm so that the stains weren’t obvious and then got out of the car, shutting the door quietly behind him. The tinted windows concealed the scene inside and he looked round him to see that they had come to a stop in an upmarket neighbourhood so the car didn’t look out of place and that would give him a little time. There was no one on the street, but he needed to get out of here quickly and he had no idea where he was or where he needed to go. He’d done what he’d set out to do, but the timing was wrong and he had lost control of the situation. He also had no idea where to find Jimmy Mal. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, you stupid cunt,’ he cursed.
    The screech of tyres as a vehicle pulled up next to him made him jump. ‘Get in Paddy,’ came the voice from the “ Thundercar ”.
    ‘Tommy? That you man?’ Liam could hardly believe his luck. ‘You’re a sight for sore eyes and that’s the truth.’ He jumped through the open door and Tommy drove away as quickly as he could without drawing attention. A few blocks later, as the car slowed a little, Liam looked across at the driver. ‘That wasn’t just lucky timing, was it?’
    ‘I told you, man, that McKee is bad news. When I saw you leave with him I just thought someone should have your back, so I followed. From that blood on your face I guess he’ll be news of a different kind now.’
    ‘Aye,’ said Liam, checking himself in the mirror and wiping off the evidence.
    ‘None of my business, man,’ Tommy assured him, ‘but he’s gonna be missed real soon. Not that I think anyone’ll care much.’
    ‘No one will mind.’
    ‘What?’
    ‘Nothing.’
    ‘So, you’ll be needing to leave now?’ Tommy guessed.
    ‘Soon enough,’ Liam agreed. ‘Look mate, I really appreciate the help but if you can drop me somewhere I can get my bearings, you need to fuck off. Best if you forget you ever met me.’
    ‘I’ll fuck off when you’re leaving and forget you when you’ve gone, promise. Right now you’re the most interesting thing that’s happened around here in a long while.’
    Tommy grinned broadly as he looked over at his passenger, but the smile quickly faded when he saw the angry eyes facing him.
    ‘You stupid little wanker,’ Liam spat at him. ‘This isn’t a game, son. This is real life and I’m your worst nightmare.’ He reached for the door handle. ‘Drop me here, now, and get lost,’ he ordered.
    ‘OK, OK, I get it. Chill Paddy. I’ll drop you at the airport and then we’re done. That do ya ?’
    ‘The airport’ll be fine,’ Liam said more softly. He felt guilty for shouting at the lad, but the last thing he needed was a hero-worshipper. ‘Like I said, anywhere I can get my bearings.’
    ‘So that means you’re not going yet then?’
    ‘There’s one more thing I need to do first.’
    ‘Then I’m not leaving you until you’re done. Look,’ he continued quickly to forestall any further outburst from this unpredictable Irishman, ‘I owe you. You could have killed me the other night, but you didn’t. Instead you taught me a lesson and bought me pizza. Now I don’t know why you’re here and I don’t want to know. Seems you had a problem with that McKee guy and that’s fine by me. Most everyone had a problem with him. All I know is there’s something about you, I owe you and I’m watching your back while you’re on my turf. You may be a