The Murder Business…new writing, unedited…

After the update, the detectives went back to work. At the end of the day, Konan walked to the bus stop. At a quarter past the hour the bus stopped. Konan got on and walked onto the bus. He sat in the back alone. Konan was almost home, and the promise of rest loomed on the horizon, until Cartwright got on the bus.

At 5’7, 230 pounds, Cartwright did not cut an imposing figure. He was of average build, with a narrow face, and hawkish nose. His eyes were gunmetal grey and cold, his mouth was a hard line. Down the aisle he walked until he took a seat next to Konan.

“Long time, no see, Point-an-Click.”

“Not long enough,” Konan said. Cartwright chuckled.

They rode in silence until they arrived to Konan’s stop. Konan stood to his feet, Cartwright followed him off the bus. He motioned to Konan’s trailer.

“You are going to invite me in, aren’t you?”

“Why would I do that,” Konan asked.

“We need to talk, Konan. You’re screwing up my plans, so, we must come to an arrangement.”

“Come in, then.”

Konan unlocked the door. He and Cartwright took a seat in the living room.

“Do you have anything to drink, Konan?”

“We’re not friends, Cartwright. Say your peace and get out.”

“I’ve spent a lot of time and money to set up these pieces. You’re like the pigeon that stomps all over the chessboard when you’re losing. Then you crap all over the pieces.”

“Nice analogy. What’s your point?”

“Quit crapping on my pieces.”


“You know what happens to those who cross me. I haven’t changed. My methods are still the same.”

“You don’t scare me, Cartwright. You come to my town, murder, kidnap, and God only knows what else you have planned. Then, you come here, to my house, and threaten me if I don’t quit trying to stop you.”

“Konan, you’ll never learn. You can’t stop human nature, you can’t stop greed. Think about what I said. You won’t get another warning.”

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