"Fuck you!" Boom, boom. He fired two shots toward the back door as Todd ran back to the bathroom window. He climbed in quietly and peeked around the corner. He saw the boss peeking out the back door. He had his body behind the doorway, for cover and was peeking one eye and a gun out the opened door.
   Todd snuck up behind him and stabbed the hand that was holding the gun. It sunk into his forearm and the gun fell. He didn't want to kill him. Not just yet, anyway. He needed some info from this piece of crap first. His blade ripped some tendons in his forearm as has stabbed and yanked sideways and the boss fell to the floor, reaching for the gun, with his good hand.
   Todd kicked him in the head and away from the gun. Then he kicked the gun a little farther away. He dropped down on top of the pile of shit and put a knife to his throat. Todd was gritting his teeth and he really meant it, when he said "I'm only gonna say this one time. Who are you and who the fuck do you work for?"
   The big shot, tough, smart, cool, boss man started crying like a baby. "Please don't kill me. I'll tell you everything. Just please don't kill me."
   Todd pressed the knife a little harder. "It better be true."
   Beans started spilling. "It is. It is, I swear. It's Angel. Angel Rojas."
   Todd pressed a little harder and blood began to trickle. "Who the fuck is Angel Rojas?"
   "He runs North Avenue. He found out about the two guys you killed, when you got busted. Then, because of the Santa Claus beard, he knew it was you that killed his boys too. His brother's a cop, that's how he found out."
   "What's his brothers name and what district is he from?"
   "Julio Rojas, from fourteenth." He begged. "Please let that knife up a little, you're killing me."
   Todd pressed, instead. "Where does Angel live?"
   "No way, man. He'll kill me for sure."
   "So will I, stupid." And Todd started slicing, slowly.
   "Aaah! Ok, ok. He lives on Lake Shore Drive and Belmont. The corner building. Twenty-fifth floor. I don't know the apartment number, but it's the twenty-fifth floor, I swear. Now, please let me up."
   Todd let go then and the scum sat up, holding his neck. "They'll still get you. They wont stop. More will come. You'll never be able to kill all of us."
   "I'm going to have to kill Angel, then." Todd said.
   "You'll never make it. He has body guards, all the time. Usually his brother is there too and he's a cop. What're you gonna do about him?"
   Todd looked at him with that evil grin of his. "You should be worrying about what I'm gonna do to you." Then he stabbed him in the thigh! He pressed the knife hard as he said "I don't like your kind. And as long as I live, people like you wont." Then he yanked it out and slammed it into his skull, killing him instantly.
   Todd looked at the clock. It was four am. He went in the bathroom and looked in the mirror. There was blood on his face and shirt. He walked around the house looking at the mess. I guess I should clean this up, he thought.
   He put the bodies in the trunk of his car and it was obvious that there was some weight there. The bumper was close to the ground. He cleaned the house, the best he could and took one of Luthers shirts.
   Todd drove into the garage and jacked up the car, in back. He shoved some blocks of wood between the springs, so that it wouldn't look like he had something heavy in the trunk. He let it off the jack and it looked good. That's better, he thought and then he left.