chapter twenty five

chain fiction chapter 25

word count: 548

ricco salvatore had made the appropriate phone calls... the wheels of "justice" had been set in motion.. that malleo kid was a fuck up,, a stupid junky fuck up,, but he was "big wally" malleos son,, and the memory of big wally malleo was one that was not easily forgotten... he had been one of the good guys... ricco loved him like a father,, and in some ways,, in the family,, he was the only son that big wally ever really had....

his cell vibrated in his pocket,, he couldn't stand the sound of a phone ringing,, so his was forever on vibrate... "ricco".. he stated expressionlessly into the phone... he listened in silence to the voice on the other end of the line,, free from body language of any kind... finally he spoke..

"yep, that sounds like him.. follow him,, make sure,, if it is don't fuck him up too bad,, i wanna piece of that motherfucker myself..and i am sure his brother would like a little souvenir of his own.... if you take him down,, bring him to the garage.. and then call me...

he closed the phone and smiled... this was beginning to sound like it might be fun.....

bud kramer was still on scene.. the meat wagon had come for what they could scrape up of the body,, the evidence such as it was,, and it wasn't much,,, had been collected,, and the forensic photographers were probably well into developing the shots they had taken by the time warren "ren" malleo,, the victims brother,, as well as the desk sargent over at the third east division,, dropped in on the scene...

what had taken him so long?? was buds first thought,,, but then again,, he had never lost a brother,, he had never had to find out that his little brother was ground up and left for dead in the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse and the prime suspect from all indicators was no where to be found..

no he had no idea how long it would take the cop in him to bounce back from news like that and show up on scene... he was hungry he was tired he was irritable... when he felt like this every one was suspect.

he also had no idea how many palms had to be greased,, how many fires had to be put out,, how many favors ren had to call,, in to keep "the family" to which he and his now dead junky brother were born into as the sons of big wally malleo from making a statement of their own,, and increasing the body count with no justice having ever been met out....

ren held out his hand.. bud grabbed ren instead and gave him a big hug,, "i am so sorry.." he said with a warmth and emotion even he didn't know he was capable of at this point in the game...

"thanks bud,,, ya know with ruben,, we always knew it would happen,,, we just had no way of knowing when or how... but now that it is actually here,, all of that knowing ain't for shit..."

together they watched the sun slip down behind the ware house,, they watched the crime scene tape blow in the wind,, and the blood,, all that was left of rens baby brother ruben,, disappear into the night...