“Well, good evening, boys…” she sang as she strutted in, glancing over toward the freezer that held the bodies. Visibly, I saw her shiver, causing me to chuckle. “Are you guys finished?”
“I will never understand how you work in forensics but hate looking at dead bodies.” The doctor shook his head as he disrobed. “To answer your question, Dr. McKnight here will give you what you need.” Peering over his shoulder, he eyed me as he grabbed his clipboard. “I will write up the report while you get her situated.”
As he walked over to his desk, I could feel Sheena’s eyes on every move I made. Removing my coveralls, gloves, and mask, Idisposed of them properly before I walked over to the sink and washed up. Not long after, I felt her body against mine.
“I missed you last night,” her sultry voice whispered in my ear. “Maybe you can meet me at my house when we leave here. My bed’s been cold and lonely.” Reaching around, she placed her soft hands on the front of my scrubs, squeezing my already hardening dick. “How about that?”
Drying my hands, I turned and locked eyes with her lust-filled ones. Slowly, a grin spread across my face, and she knew she had me.
So she thought.
“Sheena, I could be wrong, but I know that’s not your hand on my dick?” Her eyes went wide as she snatched her hand back instantly. “You know, for someone who’s scared of the dead, you surely don’t mind giving them a show.” I nodded toward where the corpse was located. “Say what’s up to our guest, Jamal.”
Dragging her eyes over to the compartment, her eyes bulged as she began to shake in fear. The drawer had somehow opened, exposing the deceased man’s head only.
Jumping back from me, she yelped in fear as she hauled ass over to the cart full of specimens and left the lab.
“You know, you’re going to give your girlfriend a heart attack one day,” Dr. Massey said with his back still turned. “You shouldn’t do that to the ones you love.”
“Mind your business, old man.” I laughed half-jokingly. “Who said anything about love?” I walked over to him and viewed the medical report he was composing. “I’d hold off on the cause of death if I were you.”
“Why?” He turned to me, frowning. “From the positioning of the body, the wound, not to mention the weapon, I’d say it’s an open and closed case.”
“Since when do we make assumptions without gathering the facts?” I arched my brow as I walked over and grabbed myhoodie from the rack. “With the projectile of the bullet, based on where he and the gun were located, it was impossible for him to shoot himself. Come on, man, think about it. How in the hell would he be able to precisely shoot through the left side of his chest with his left hand? I also bet you my next three checks, Sheena will say that there’s no gunshot?—”
Ring! Ring!
Looking from me to his ringing phone, the caller ID showed that forensics was calling.
Eyes back on me, he answered, “Miss Wells....”
“I ran the sample that was swabbed on his hand for gunshot powder. It was void of residue.”
Squinting at me with his lips pursed together, I chuckled as I made my way toward the exit. He’s going to get enough for underestimating me.
“As I was saying, Doc, you might want to reconsider the verbiage on that report before you turn it in. The wound wasn’t self-inflicted.” As the doors opened, I stepped through, but not before glancing back at him. “The cause of death for Mr. Cummings is a homicide.”
Looking both ways down the empty streets, I made sure my hoodie and mask were secure before I began to pick the locks to the small family home. On my way out of the hospital, I received a call from Marshall asking me if I was in a position to take a last-minute job. He was a childhood friend of mine due to our fathers being close. Anytime one needed the other, we never hesitated to be there. Once I heard the lock click, I eased into the home, quietly closing it behind me. There was no security system to disarm, and I was relieved. He also informed me that the wifeand kids were out of town for the weekend, so it was the perfect time to pull up on John. Marshall kept the information behind the kills to a minimum, and that was fine with me. I couldn’t care less as long as I was compensated.
Oftentimes, I wondered why I put myself in these types of situations. By no means did I consider myself a hitman. I was simply a man who knew his way around the human body. When Marshall wanted to get rid of a problem without raising flags with the authorities, he would call me to either eliminate the problem or to be aware of one incoming so that I could clean up the issue.
Tonight, I was the problem solver.
After making sure the downstairs was empty, I took the stairs one at a time, leading to the second floor of the home. Upon reaching the top, I could see a small light flickering from one of the bedroom doors. Quietly, I checked the other rooms that I knew belonged to John’s two daughters. Coming up empty, I placed my hand on the knob to the last bedroom, pushing the door open. Brows furrowed, I sighed as I wasn’t expecting a two-for-one special.
“Oh, John, right there…” the unknown woman moaned as she threw her head back in ecstasy, riding John lazily. “You’re on my spot.”
“From here, that pussy looks dry as fuck, but what do I know?”
My words startled them both as I entered the room. Scrambling to cover themselves, I flipped the light switch and watched as they both stared at me in horror.
“Not only will your wife come back home to your dead body, but the body of your mistress too.”
“W-Who are you and what do you want?” John stammered as he eased off the bed with his hands in the air. “I don’t have any money on me, but if you follow me to the ATM?—”
“I’m not here to bargain with you, nigga.” I crossed my arms and mugged him. “Find some draws and cover that wrinkled-ass dick. From the looks of it, you barely have enough for the missus and got the nerve to be out here cheating.” I watched him scurry to do as I demanded once I waved toward the nightstand with Kimbo, my Kukri Machete. I kept a Glock on me, too, but my knife would always be my go-to. “Loose-ass skin and balls just flapping everywhere. Hurry up and cover that shit before you piss me off.”
With my eyes on him as he covered himself, my ears were ringing from the cries of his mistress. She picked the wrong night to creep with a married man, and she would now pay for the sins that had nothing to do with her.
