EXCERPT FROM 'KILLERS DON'T TALK'Fat Rat came outside to roll to the grocery store to put a few things on the barbecue grill. He had one of those propane grills so he was able to cook barbecue style food whenever he liked. It had been a few days since Tango rolled by his house without stopping. He wondered what that was that all about, but never heard from the man after that day. He climbed in his Monte Carlo sporting his blue golf hat, white T-shirt and blue khakis. He had just bought the latest blue Nike tennis shoes. He was an obese gangster but he always knew how to sport his clothes in a way that still made him look fresh. He pulled his keys out his pocket then looked down the street. He reminisced about his boy Cisco and lowered his head.
“That was one of the realest muthafuckas I knew, cuz.” He lamented.
He fired up the engine and sped down his block hitting corners like a gangster would. He turned a couple of blocks to find himself quickly pulling up to the parking lot of the local grocery store. He planned on being in and out. He jumped out of his car and quickly walked inside. Making his way to the meat section he began to savor the taste in his mouth. A couple of steaks on the grill and he would be straight. After grabbing a few accessories he went to the longest line in the store. He didn’t necessarily want to wait that long but the cashier in that line was really good looking. He would flirt with her from time to time and she seemed interested.
“She just doesn’t know, us fat niggas can work it.” He laughed.
She gave him the look as he drew closer in the line to the front. He smiled at her and she smiled back. It was only three customers ahead of him. When he finally reached the front he gave her another smile.
“What’s up baby, you gon’ quit playing with me and slide me that number. You ain’t fucked with a real nigga.” He smiled.
“Let me get a pen and paper and I will write my number down.”
“Cool.” He calmly replied.
He didn’t want to seem too eager so he kept it cool without saying anything else. Inside he was excited as hell but he couldn’t let her see that. She handed him the piece of paper and gave him another one of her pretty smiles.
“Alright then Ashley, I’ll call yo fine ass later.”
He walked out of the store as cool as he wanted to be. After all this time he finally got her number. He took the paper from out of his pocket and glanced down at it. Even her handwriting was pretty. The bag of groceries wasn’t that heavy but he still walked slowly to the car. He glanced up for a moment and seen fire flash right in front of his eyes. He heard the first gunshot but couldn’t hear anything else after that. Several bullets riddled his body before he fell on his back hitting the pavement hard. There was no time to scream or catch his breath. In a matter of moments footsteps ran off in the night and the gangster known as Fat Rat lay dead in a grocery store parking lot. The dead corpse had a bag of groceries in one hand and a piece of paper in the other.
