The Hitman's Last Job(31)

“This f*cker was looking in through the window as I was having sex with my girlfriend!”


Jerry looked to his partner with a look of total exhaustion.

“Well I’ll take it from here,” and he walked over to Jorge and held his arms from behind. “You’re comin’ with me pal,” he said in his best cop voice while bundling him into his own Buick and driving away.
“What the f*ck man?” Jorge was livid. “You’re police now?”
“Yeah sure I’m police. What the f*ck were YOU doin?”
“I was lookin’ around like you said!”
“Whatever. Did you see anything?”
“Nah. He’s definitely long gone from here. But I did find this?” he pulled something metallic out of his jacket pocket.
“What are those? Dog tags?” Jerry tried to focus on them while driving.
“Yup,” and Jorge dangled them even closer to Jerry’s face. “And it has his name right on them?”
“You’re kiddin’ me!”
“Look!”


Jerry screeched to a halt in the middle of the empty road. And Jorge was right. Carl Reiner’s name was etched expertly into the dog tags.

“Where the f*ck you find these?”
“Outside that maniac’s room, in the gravel. He must have dropped it as he ran away,”
“He couldn’t have got very far without his car though could he?”


And he looked ahead into Richardson.


CHAPTER 18

The Texan sun was beaming like heaven through the tall windows of the penthouse suite. Anna had slept soundly but as she woke up she was confused as to where she was. It took her a moment to recognize the room. Carl was at the window looking out to the city with a cup of coffee in one hand. He had a serious expression on his face as he stood in deep thought and Anna thought it was best to not disturb him. Eventually though he sensed she was awake and turned to her.

“I thought you were still asleep,” he yawned and sipped at his coffee.
“Hmmmmm….” She stretched out on the bed and hoped he’d come back and join her.
“How do you look so beautiful first thing in the morning?” he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.


Running a finger down the side of her face he felt her perfect, porcelain complexion.

“Won’t you come back to join me?” she grinned cheekily.
“How could I not,” he smiled and jumped under the covers.


For a long while they kissed and held each other. They savoured the moment and pressed themselves to each other’s bodies. Anna loved the feeling of his strong and sturdy hands on her body and she let them roam freely. As he nuzzled into her neck his cupped her breasts gently and pinched softly at a nipple. She immediately gasped and opened her legs. He rolled on top and grew hard as he felt her wetness soak through her panties and onto him.

“You’re ready so soon,” he whispered into her ear.
“I can’t help it. You’re so perfect,” and she rose her hips up to meet his.


They kissed softly as they moved their bodies together. It wasn’t long until they climaxed in unison and wrenched themselves apart as they gasped for breath. Anna looked out to the clear sky and wondered what it covered. Grabbing the bed sheets she wound them around herself and walked to the tall windows.

She looked down to Austin at all the people on their way to work. She envied their routine and their normalcy.

“Do you think I’ll ever have a job?” she was still looking down.
“A job? Right now we have to focus on getting away. Money and work can come later,”
“But seriously. Do you ever think I can be normal?”
“No,” he sounded harsh but he didn’t mean to. “I think you’re too good for that,” and he joined her by the window.


He wrapped his arms around her and they both looked out to the world.

“If it wasn’t for everything…. This would be a perfect day,” he thought out loud.
“It is a perfect day,” and she turned round to kiss him. “So what now?”
“We need to get a bus,”
“But how do I get over the border? I don’t have a passport,”
“It’s ok. I have an idea,” and he held her tighter. “I’ll make sure you’re safe.”


~

Jorge and Jerry had spent all night searching the Richardson neighborhood but found nothing at all. For a moment Jerry had looked up to an abandoned apartment and wondered if they’d been in there but he thought they probably hadn’t. It looked to him as if they were long gone. After a fruitless evening they had returned to the car and sat in the sunshine. Jorge had his feet poking out the window and he studied the way the sunlight glinted off the scales of the snakeskin. He lit his fourth cigarette of the morning.

“This is kinda nice,” he relaxed back in his seat.
“Yeah for you maybe, I’m exhausted AND starving by the way. We should get outta here and find breakfast,” he yawned.
“Then what?”
“Fuck I dunno, we can’t go back to Angelo without a result,”
“No we cannot,” Jorge blew out smoke and watched it drift across the front of the car.


A heavy silence was settling inside the car. Jerry was picking at a nail nervously and making furtive glances all around.

“Fuck!” he eventually lashed out and punched the dashboard.