Javier was at the wrong place at the wrong time. He sat there lifeless on the wooden chair. His white button shirt was covered in blood. It was his blood. He was shot in the chest by a 45. caliber handgun. He sat there, dead, in that rundown motel. His body was limp and cold. Javier had been dead for almost an hour. Don took a deep breath and sighed. “You really made a mess of this one Mickey.” He said. Mickey looked at Don and shrugged. “I didn’t mean for it to happen it was an accident. I was just trying to get him to talk is all.”
Don gave him a stare “You don’t get people to talk by shooting them in the chest Mickey. It’s things like this that gets us into trouble with Vinny, and you don’t want to get in trouble with him. You remember what he did to Julio?” Mickey nodded his head.” Vinny broke his kneecaps with a sledgehammer.” Mickey said. Don opened his long coat and pulled out a cigarette.
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Mickey stood there waiting for a response from Don. “Look man I didn’t know who else to call I was freaking out. You know that famous quote. ‘A good friend will come and bail you out of jail, and a true friend will’...” he paused. Don raised an eyebrow at him waiting for him to finish. “A true friend what?” He said to Mickey. “A true friend will be sitting there beside you in the cell!”
Dons mouth dropped. “Oh my God” he said. “That’s a metaphor you idiot you don’t take that literally!” Mickey shook his head. “Okay look I am sorry I didn’t know what to do! What do we do? We can’t leave him here!” Don pulled the cigarette from his mouth and flicked it onto the corpse. “Yes we can” he said. The corpse began to catch on fire. Don made his way to the door and Mickey followed behind him. “By the way Mickey.” He said. “I am not your friend.”
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