REVENGE
Amy sat on a booth, with hole-filled chairs, inside a diner that was barely hanging on. She stared at the menu, her eyes moving up and down. Behind the menu, sitting across from her, was Lee. He was staring out the window.
“I’ve heard their ice cream here is delicious,” Amy said.
“I’m not really big on ice cream,” Lee said.
Amy set the menu down and said, “So, what happened that night?”
“I don’t really know what to tell you. Everything’s been a blur since that night.”
“I thought the tip was good.”
“It was.”
“Until it wasn’t.”
“The tip was solid. There were just some unforeseen complications. But that’s just part of it.”
“Part of what?”
“The job.”
“It’s not if the tip is good.”
“Are you telling me Jimmy screwed up?”
“I thought that was obvious when I said the tip wasn’t good.”
“We’ve been working with him for five years. He’s never given us a bad tip.”
“There’s always a first time for everything.”
“Not with Jimmy.”
“Are you saying he’s not prone to messing up?”
“Maybe with his dates but not with this.”
Amy glanced at the menu then shifted her eyes back to Lee.
“Did he suffer?”
“Amy, come on.”
“Just tell me.”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
Lee sighed and said, “It was quick.”
“So, he didn’t…”
“No. Your brother didn’t.”
A waitress named Sandra came to their booth with a fresh pot of coffee.
“Sorry, I’m late. Our kitchen was a little backed up and we’re short on staff,” Sandra said, as she poured coffee for each of them.
“Thank you,” Amy said.
“Are you ready to order?” Sandra said.
“We’re going to need another minute,” Lee said.
“Okay then. Just let me know when you’re ready.”
Sandra then disappeared to another table.
“So, what happened to the money?” Amy said.
Lee paused then shook his head.
“So, Kevin died for nothing?”
“I panicked,” Lee’s voiced cracked.
“You could’ve at least gotten the money.”
“It’s kind of hard to think when you’re running for your life.”
“So, Nothing? Not even a cent?”
“Nada.”
Amy glanced back at the menu while tapping her fingers on the table.
“I guess I’ll have some ice cream. How about you?” Amy said.
“I’m fine with just coffee.”
Sandra came back and took Amy’s order.
A few minutes later, two large men in leather jackets came to their booth. One of them looked at Amy and said “Is this him?”
“Yes.”
The men grabbed Lee by the shoulder and lifted him out of his seat. Lee looked scared and confused.
“What the hell is this, Amy?”
“Jimmy sold you out. I know you killed Kevin and kept the money. You were right, though. The tip was good.”
Amy called Sandra back and ordered ice cream. For real, this time.
“I’ve heard their ice cream here is delicious,” Amy said.
“I’m not really big on ice cream,” Lee said.
Amy set the menu down and said, “So, what happened that night?”
“I don’t really know what to tell you. Everything’s been a blur since that night.”
“I thought the tip was good.”
“It was.”
“Until it wasn’t.”
“The tip was solid. There were just some unforeseen complications. But that’s just part of it.”
“Part of what?”
“The job.”
“It’s not if the tip is good.”
“Are you telling me Jimmy screwed up?”
“I thought that was obvious when I said the tip wasn’t good.”
“We’ve been working with him for five years. He’s never given us a bad tip.”
“There’s always a first time for everything.”
“Not with Jimmy.”
“Are you saying he’s not prone to messing up?”
“Maybe with his dates but not with this.”
Amy glanced at the menu then shifted her eyes back to Lee.
“Did he suffer?”
“Amy, come on.”
“Just tell me.”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
Lee sighed and said, “It was quick.”
“So, he didn’t…”
“No. Your brother didn’t.”
A waitress named Sandra came to their booth with a fresh pot of coffee.
“Sorry, I’m late. Our kitchen was a little backed up and we’re short on staff,” Sandra said, as she poured coffee for each of them.
“Thank you,” Amy said.
“Are you ready to order?” Sandra said.
“We’re going to need another minute,” Lee said.
“Okay then. Just let me know when you’re ready.”
Sandra then disappeared to another table.
“So, what happened to the money?” Amy said.
Lee paused then shook his head.
“So, Kevin died for nothing?”
“I panicked,” Lee’s voiced cracked.
“You could’ve at least gotten the money.”
“It’s kind of hard to think when you’re running for your life.”
“So, Nothing? Not even a cent?”
“Nada.”
Amy glanced back at the menu while tapping her fingers on the table.
“I guess I’ll have some ice cream. How about you?” Amy said.
“I’m fine with just coffee.”
Sandra came back and took Amy’s order.
A few minutes later, two large men in leather jackets came to their booth. One of them looked at Amy and said “Is this him?”
“Yes.”
The men grabbed Lee by the shoulder and lifted him out of his seat. Lee looked scared and confused.
“What the hell is this, Amy?”
“Jimmy sold you out. I know you killed Kevin and kept the money. You were right, though. The tip was good.”
Amy called Sandra back and ordered ice cream. For real, this time.
