MurderVerse

Johnny writing/talking/thinking to himself in the 3rd person

He had a routine, a pattern

After a job, a night job, he watched the sunrise

A different place every time but always the same time

Made him feel new

Because he knew too much

We paid Lucky a visit last night, me and Jules.

A guy with too many unpaid debts

An old friend actually, from the neighborhood

The husband of a girl I used to date in HS

The old friend was now a degenerate gambler

With a wife and kid

He should've protected himself, his family

Not this guy, no

Next horse, next card, next roll of the dice...

Ticket to paradise

Now he was in paradise.

I took his life, first-person positive

With silence on the gun

Johnny

Sat in his car, sipped coffee, watched.

The first beam of light

There she is/was, right on time.

A new day.