User blog:Flamedude22/Resolute: Episode 2: Unemployment Blues

I sat on my small futon in my apartment. The apartment was a cheap one, it was just one room inside, with a bathroom and a kitchenet. The walls were constantly damp, and the celling leaked frequently. My TV was old, and tiny, it rested on two milk crates stack on top of eachother, only about two feet away from the futon.

I dialed a number, and put the phone to my ear. "... Uhh... Yeah... Hello. How's it going, George? Yeah. It's me. No. I'm doing alright. Could you do me a huge favor?" I waited a moment "Could you bring me the stuff in my desk? Yeah. Just put it in a box or something. Make sure you get everything." I told him to meet me at that shopping center I had pulled into the other night.

I put on a tie, and threw on a coat. I grabbed my keys, and my lighter out of habit. I put my .32 in my waistband. I headed out my door, locked it, walked down the hallway, went down the stairs, and out the glass door, into the apartment parking lot. I got in my Camaro and left for the shopping center.

George was a beat cop. He was an okay guy, and he was reliable. Now that I was gone he might get promoted to detective.