“He’s too heavy.”
Fred arms finally gave out, dropping both legs of a man who was clearly overweight. The man’s newly shiny, black leather shoes spilled on the floor, revealing his hole-ridden socks. Fred leaned against the wall next to the sliding door, massaging his arm.
“What the fuck, Fred?”
Sam, Fred’s friend and long-time cohort, shot Fred an angry look as he felt the full weight of the man they were supposed to carry together.
“I’m telling you he’s too heavy, Sam.”
“Stop whining and pick up his legs.” Sam said. “You’re the reason we have to carry his fat-ass anyway.”
“How is it my fault?” Fred said.
“You’re the one who shot him.” Sam said.
“It was an accident.” Fred said. “The gun went off on its own. If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s Jolene’s for selling a defective gun to me.”
“Fuck.” Sam said, as the last bit of strength he had finally failed and he dropped the man. There was a loud thud when the man’s head and the ground made contact.
Sam placed his hands on his waist and stared at the dead man dressed in a silk suit and tie. He let out deep breaths like he just finished carrying weights at the gym. He looked up and turned to Fred.
“We can just roll him.” Sam said.
“Shouldn’t we get the money first?” Fred said.
Sam paused, momentarily contemplating if that was the best thing for them to do. He gave Fred a nod and said “Alright”.
They went back inside and up the stairs. They made their way through the hallway. The walls were draped with paintings of people in expensive clothes and jewelry. The people in the paintings still creeped Fred out even though this was his second time seeing them. They went to the master bedroom and found their way to the safe. Fred tried his hand at cracking it but to no avail. Sam tried as well but was saddled with the same result. So, they took the safe out of the closet and carried it downstairs.
“What did you do for this guy again?” Sam said, as he slowly made his way downstairs backwards while carrying his side of the safe.
“He asked me to install cameras in his basement and have it connected to his room.”
“What’s in his basement?” Sam said.
“Not much. Just one mattress.”
A thought came to Sam’s mind but he brushed it off.
They dropped the safe by the front door and went back to the body but when they got there, he was gone.
“Shit.” Sam said.
So, they hastily made their leave.
They were both in the car when they saw the man running down the quiet street. He was hard to miss. They both flinched when he got hit by a speeding car. His body never flew too far though.
“You think that killed him?” Fred said.
“Let’s just go.”
Fred arms finally gave out, dropping both legs of a man who was clearly overweight. The man’s newly shiny, black leather shoes spilled on the floor, revealing his hole-ridden socks. Fred leaned against the wall next to the sliding door, massaging his arm.
“What the fuck, Fred?”
Sam, Fred’s friend and long-time cohort, shot Fred an angry look as he felt the full weight of the man they were supposed to carry together.
“I’m telling you he’s too heavy, Sam.”
“Stop whining and pick up his legs.” Sam said. “You’re the reason we have to carry his fat-ass anyway.”
“How is it my fault?” Fred said.
“You’re the one who shot him.” Sam said.
“It was an accident.” Fred said. “The gun went off on its own. If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s Jolene’s for selling a defective gun to me.”
“Fuck.” Sam said, as the last bit of strength he had finally failed and he dropped the man. There was a loud thud when the man’s head and the ground made contact.
Sam placed his hands on his waist and stared at the dead man dressed in a silk suit and tie. He let out deep breaths like he just finished carrying weights at the gym. He looked up and turned to Fred.
“We can just roll him.” Sam said.
“Shouldn’t we get the money first?” Fred said.
Sam paused, momentarily contemplating if that was the best thing for them to do. He gave Fred a nod and said “Alright”.
They went back inside and up the stairs. They made their way through the hallway. The walls were draped with paintings of people in expensive clothes and jewelry. The people in the paintings still creeped Fred out even though this was his second time seeing them. They went to the master bedroom and found their way to the safe. Fred tried his hand at cracking it but to no avail. Sam tried as well but was saddled with the same result. So, they took the safe out of the closet and carried it downstairs.
“What did you do for this guy again?” Sam said, as he slowly made his way downstairs backwards while carrying his side of the safe.
“He asked me to install cameras in his basement and have it connected to his room.”
“What’s in his basement?” Sam said.
“Not much. Just one mattress.”
A thought came to Sam’s mind but he brushed it off.
They dropped the safe by the front door and went back to the body but when they got there, he was gone.
“Shit.” Sam said.
So, they hastily made their leave.
They were both in the car when they saw the man running down the quiet street. He was hard to miss. They both flinched when he got hit by a speeding car. His body never flew too far though.
“You think that killed him?” Fred said.
“Let’s just go.”
