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From My Cold Dead Hands - A hit man
has one last chance at redemption before it's too late for all
My name is Max Fox. I kill people
for a living. I’m a professional hit-man. Have gun…will kill, I
Otherwise, I’m pretty much a
law-abiding citizen, a real nice guy you wouldn’t mind having as a
next-door neighbor…that is, unless someone was to pay me to…you
know…meet with you on a business matter. If that happens, then I
have only one suggestion for you…run.
My life was pretty normal, normal for a hit-man that is, until that
day my phone rang at 3:30 in the morning. I reluctantly picked it
up. I just got to bed not more than ten minutes ago, but, as they
say, there’s no rest for the wicked. I needed the money, after all.
I tend to blow it faster than I make it. Chicks cost money.
It turned out to be some old man on the other end of the phone. He
sounded scared, like he was about to cry. I didn’t care, of course,
all I cared about was whether or not he had money. I agreed to meet
the old man the following night in an abandoned parking lot about
ten minutes away from my apartment. I told him to bring twenty
grand, nothing smaller than hundred dollar bills. He agreed.
The old man was nervous and scared. He didn’t bother trying to hide
it. He seemed like the type that had never done anything illegal
before in his life.
“So, who do you want taken care of?” I asked.
“He’s…he’s a trained killer. He’s a professional hit man, and he’s
been hired to kill me. I need you to get to him first.”
“Whoa, hold on a second old man. You didn’t say anything about
taking on another pro. That’s going to cost you another ten grand.
That kind of gig comes with challenges. I prefer my targets to be
the typical American fat lazy slob, not somebody that shoots back.”
“I’ll get it. Just get him before he gets me.”
“Okay, old man. Tell me what’s his name, and who hired him? I want
to know who I’m crossing. Burning bridges ain’t super smart in this
line of work.”
“His name is Joe Carson, and I have no idea who hired him or why.
I’m just an accountant…was an accountant. I’ve been retired for ten
“Ok, relax old man. You just hired the best. Consider it taken care
“Thank you, young man. Thank you,” he said, as he stuck out his hand
to shake mine. I declined. I never shake hands…germs. I can’t afford
a sick day in my line of work.
I’d never heard of any hitman named Joe Carson before. So, I assumed
he wasn’t that big a deal. The old man told me just enough to
identify the man. Said he was an older man, about sixty or so,
balding, had a little bit of a gut. The old man said he had barely
escaped when this Carson guy had pulled out a nine and started
firing. I figured, if he couldn’t hit an old man like my client,
then this Carson guy wasn’t too much to worry about. Probably, some
washed up old has-been.
All I had to do was find him. For that, I’d go to my usual hangout.
The O’Reilly Bar and Grill was a great place to play pool and hire
pros of various shady occupations, if you get my drift. All I had to
do was ask Ted the bartender. He’d give me the straight dope for a
couple hundred bucks, if I was lucky. Information ain’t cheap.
Ted was unusually silent. It took a bit of persuading to get him to
open up about this guy Carson, but after five hundred bucks and a
couple of threatening remarks, he finally opened up. He said that
Carson likes to shoot a game of pool around noon. He told me,
though, that O’Reilly’s was off limits for completing a contract. If
the cops got wind of what all goes on there, it would put a big
damper on business for everybody in this town. Rocking the boat
might make me a target of other professionals. So, I told him, “I’m
just going to talk to him, see if I can’t get a feel for where I
could…um…best take care of our business”.
The next day, I got to O’Reilly’s as soon as they opened at around
11 A.M. I’m not used to getting up this early. I usually sleep until
noon, at least. In my line of work, long nights are par for the
Just like clock-work, there was Carson shooting pool all by himself.
I casually strolled over to see what I could see.
“Hi, want to play a game?” I asked.
“Nobody, just thought you might want a little competition,” I said.
“Beat it kid. I don’t play with nobodies,”
“Hundred bucks says I can sink the 8 ball before you,” I said.
Carson looked a little perturbed, but finally, he cracked a small
smile. “Okay, kid…hundred bucks, but I break.”
“Sure, whatever you say…Mr…um.”
“Carson. My name is Carson. Now for the second time, what’s yours?”
“Max, the name’s Max.”
“Ok, Max, get your money ready.”
He ran the table on me, not just once, but four times. I’m glad I
got most of the money for this job up front, or I’d starve to death
before I could off this guy.
“What do you do for a living, kid?”
“I’m…uh…into real estate,” I said.
“Sure, you are. I bet you do a lot of planting for your clients.”
I smiled kind of nervously. The old man kind of took me by surprise.
“Planting? I ain’t a farmer.”
“Nah, not that kind of planting. Holes that you dig, I’d say, were
about six feet deep, wouldn’t you say?” Carson asked.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, old man.”
“Old man, am I? Listen to me punk, do you know how I got to be an
“Nahh, I don’t,” I said.
“It wasn’t by being so stupid as to not look both ways, I tell you
that much,” Carson said.
“I don’t know what the hell, you’re talking about.”
“Sure, you do. You’re hired to kill me, aren’t you?” asked Carson.
“What have you been smoking, old man. I haven’t got a clue what
you’re talking about.”
“You’re a really bad liar, kid.”
“Here’s your money.” I laid my money down on the pool table and
walked out. The old man just waved at me through the window as I
walked across the street to the parking lot.
That crazy old man was no dummy. This was going to be a little bit
harder than I expected. I can’t believe I let him spook me that way.
I’ve got to kill him. I’ve already spent a lot of dough on this job,
and my rep would be ruined if I let an old has-been like that, jerk
I drove back to my apartment. I thought maybe I’d settle down, get a
bite to eat, while I figured out my next move. When I got there, the
door had obviously been pried open. I pulled out my gun and rammed
through the slightly opened door that had been cracked just enough
to see a small portion of the living room.
“How ya doing, young man,” said Carson who was sitting on my couch
watching my television. The old man was good. I had to give him
credit. I obviously, wasn’t stupid enough to off him in my own
apartment that would be a first-class ticket up the river for the
rest of my life, and the old man knew it, too. But, how did he know
where I lived?
“Okay, Carson, what is it that you want?” I asked.
“Me? Weren’t you the one hired to kill me? I’d say that makes you
somewhat of importance to myself, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Okay, I’ll bite. Who said I’ve been hired to kill you?”
“Come on, kid. I knew the second you walked up to me, you weren’t
just interested in playing a game of pool. Do you think you can
survive as long as I have in this business and not recognize another
pro a mile off?
“Somebody hired you most likely to stop me from killing them. That,
about right?” Carson asked.
I said nothing, as I put my gun back between my pants and shirt into
the small of my back.
“Okay, old man. So, you know. Changes nothing. Obviously, I’m not
going to do the job right here in my own apartment.”
“So now what?” I asked.
“Well, when I leave, I assume you’ll try to follow me. You’ll try to
stay out of my eyesight range, follow from a safe distance, but I
wouldn’t recommend it.” He pointed toward a holster in under his
jacket. “You see this? I never leave home without it.”
“So…so? Don’t think much of life, do you?”
“I’ve lived long enough.”
“You stupid, stupid punk. I have socks older than you. Now let me
tell you something, Einstein, I’ve seen things…things that…,” Carson
said. He paused and turned his back on me for a second, which I
thought was pretty stupid. I was curious about what he was going to
say next. He seemed lost in time but only for a moment. “Come with
“Are you out of your mind? I’m not going anywhere with you,” I said.
“Kid, I’m not going to shoot you, not unless you shoot first. I want
you to come with me for just a little while. Think of this way. You
might learn something about me that might help you do your job,
otherwise, I’ll be the one holding all the cards.”
I agreed. What else could I do? I was used to being in control. I
hated feeling like I was being led by the nose, but curiosity got
the better of me. So, I went along despite my better judgment.
Carson took me down to the local park of all places, River Front
Park. “Oh, by the way, that old guy that hired you, I was the one
that put him up to it, to get your attention.”
“What’s your game old man?” I asked, not liking where this was
going. I was starting to expect the old man was setting me up for a
fall this whole time.
“Remember this place?” he asked.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“Oh, you remember all right. This is where you got your first taste
of blood, wasn’t it? That sorry excuse for a human being…what was
his name? Russ Gamble…I think it was. He harassed you for three
years straight before you finally did anything about it.”
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