Just for Show

Just for Show
By Scott Wilson
Word Count: 287

“Yes, I agree that I have made mistakes, misjudgements, too. But I’m on the right track now, and ready to take the heat for it.” Shady Pete said to the copper tightly bound to a solid wood chair.

With that, he levelled his pistol and pulled the trigger. The bullet grazed the officer’s ear, deafening him and starting a slow trickle of blood down the side of his face.

“What the hell are you doing Pete?” The cop yelled, his cry echoing in the deserted warehouse.

“Got to make it look real, Sam,” Pete said.

“Ain’t nothing real about a grazed ear when everyone knows you are the best marksman in the criminal world?”

“But it is a police issue revolver. They ain’t known for their accuracy are they?”

“Okay, let’s get this over with. I don’t like the feeling being tied up, even if it is just for show.”

“You turned the sound off on the video camera didn’t you?”

“I bloody well hope so, don’t fancy getting shot in the ear again.”

Pete walked over to the camera sitting on the tripod and checked the LCD screen.

“Bugger,” Pete said. “Sound’s on. Give us a minute to erase the tape and start it again.”

Sam shook his head.

“Won’t do, I’ve already got blood running down my face.”

Pete stood rubbing his chin, deep in thought. He cocked the pistol and shot the cop between the eyes.

“I’ve changed my mind, Sam,” he said. “It hurts my head all this going straight. Easier to just do the hit and stay a crim.”

THE END