Eugene sped his stolen car into the scarred night. The city was his; eternally. A woman ahead slumped under a lamp fired recognition. His eyes mirrored sparks.
‘Emily! Hey, Emily!’
‘C’mon, get in baby.’
”Kay, take me to Rob’s will ya.’
Eugene opened the door. Emily sat beside her boyfriend quietly throughout the journey. Lights overhead hummed as they passed. Rob Guest opened the door; noted the pair and ushered them inside.
‘He knows about your gravy train?’ Rob quizzed Emily.
She nodded reluctantly. Downcast eyes.
An axe in the back silenced Eugene permanently.
‘Dispose of him.’
See: Low Tide…