The Amateur

I walked over to Murphy's body and went through his pockets. I found the locker key and his car keys, his wallet, and a half a roll of antacids. I put the bottle of Jim Beam into my coat pocket.

He was heavy, but I managed to get him up into a fireman's carry, and walked outside. The neighborhood was quiet. I had parked my car down the block, behind where I had found his.

I put him in the passenger seat of his car. I went to my car, and got the .22, and the Dragunov. I slid into the driver's seat of his car, and drove over to Our Lady of Grace.

I propped him up in the driver's seat with the bottle next to him. I wiped the .22 down, then pressed it into his hand and fired a shot into the air. Then I put the .22 in the glove compartment. In the glove compartment was the folded paper with Mark Danner's name and address. I put that in my pocket.

Resting the Dragunov between his knees, I put the barrel into his mouth, and his thumb on the trigger. I pulled my coat up as a shield, and let the thumb fall. There was a click, and a mess on the back seat, and a hole in the roof. I left the driver's door open, and walked home.

About halfway home, I put my coat into a dumpster.