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It’s cat and mouse, baby.  Cat and mouse, Jackson thought.  He peered out from a shroud of shadows cast by a hedge under the lone streetlight in the upper middle-class neighborhood.  He preferred working these older residential areas with their mature, thick vegetation and steep hillside roads.

Motionless in his crouched position next to his target’s garage, only his eyes moved to track a car driving slowly up the neighborhood street.  The car’s driver, as he did every night at this time, turned to park in the driveway where Jackson was hidden. After a few moments of muffled sounds of talk radio followed by silence, the car’s door opened allowing the driver to emerge into the murky light.

Jackson lunged out from his shadowy blind.  Grabbing the driver’s hair, he slammed the man’s face down on the hood of the car.  He raised the man’s head to discretely yell in his ear.

“Gimme the keys!”

The driver burbled an incoherent response through his blood-covered hands which had reflexively covered his blood-streaming nose.

“Give… me….the….keys!”  Jackson continued to say in a strained whisper.  “Hurry up.”

The terrorized man’s eyes gleamed from the artificial streetlight reflecting off Jackson’s knife.

Trembling, the driver reached into his front pants pocket and withdrew the electronic key.  It slipped from his bloody hands.  Unsure what to do next, the injured man remained standing held upright by Jackson’s grip on his hair.  Jackson decided for him with a kick behind the man’s knees causing him to crumble to the ground.

“Pick it up,” Jackson hissed.

“Don’t kill me, please,” cried the man as he blindly searched for the key with his hands.  “My children.  Please.  Don’t,” he snuffled as he raised the key up to be snatched away by Jackson.

“Now! Give me your wallet,” instructed Jackson, as he shook the man hard, “Quick!”

“Please. Please,” the man kept begging louder and louder.

“Shut up! Shut up!”  Jackson positioned the knife blade against the man’s throat.  Still kneeling on the ground with Jackson behind and over him, the man sobbed as he reached into his pocket.  His shaking hands withdrew and, then held up the wallet to give to his attacker.

Jackson grabbed the wallet and slammed his fist into the side of the man’s head, knocking him to the ground.  The thief pounded his fist into the man’s face over and over to ensure he was “down for the count.”

$10,000 for three minutes of action, Jackson thought.  He jumped into the driver’s seat and started the car.  Grinning, he sped away to the end of the block.  Turning the corner, he slowed down and drove the speed limit the few miles necessary to reach his nearby storage unit.  There, he would prepare the car for resale.  The storage unit contract was month-to-month and pre-paid for two months under one of his false names.

Page one excerpt from Road Noise Short Stories To Thrill and Chill  2016 © Belinda A. Allen

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