Her purse is gone. Mugging? he thought. Too simple. Why kill her?
The rain beat heavy and fast on the back of the leather coat worn by Detective Colt. He was hunched over a bleeding body in a tight dark alley somewhere in the tight dark bleeding city that he called home. He rolled the woman over and inspected her closer. His fingers hovered over the freshly made orifice in her abdomen. There were no other marks on her body. No abrasions, scrapes, or cuts.
No signs of a struggle.
His fingers and eyes moved up the corpse to its face. There was a bruise on her forehead.
Not much to go on. Probably hit it in the fall. She was dead before she hit the ground. Why does she look familiar?
He moved back to the bullet wound. It was larger than normal, indicating something other than small arms fire.
This wasn't a gun you could carry around stealthily.
He rolled her back over and examined the entrance wound. It was in between the shoulder blades.
Why is it so much higher? The angles is extreme...
His hand brushed something in her pocket. He reached in and removed her wallet. He opened it up and read the driver's license.
Martha Farleone. The crime boss's daughter. This is bad.
He slipped the license back in the wallet and the wallet back into the pocket. He dropped the body back into the pool of grime, blood and rainwater that he found it in and stood up.
She was my contact. They know I'm the mole.
He pulled out his cell phone and turned to face the street. He leaned against the building, hiding in the shadows. The phone rang in his ear as his eyes darted around nervously.
"Johnny?" answered the voice on the other end. "I thought I told you to call me on secure lines only.""
"Mr. Farleone, I think that I've been--"
The detective caught a glimpse of gun barrel's flash from the window of a building across the street, and immeasurable moments later, a bullet pierced flesh, skull, gray matter, skull, and then flesh again. The body fell lifelessly to the ground next to the woman.
"You've been what?" said the phone. "Johnny, what was that noise? Johnny? Johnny...?"