ZERO.

"Please, don't kill me, please!" Greg pleaded, lying down there in the pull of his own blood.

I popped my gun and pointed it to his head. Mentally, I calculated the distance between the cold metal in my hand and his brain.

Should I shoot his medulla oblongata or his cerebellum?

"Please! Please! Why do you want to kill me, you motherfucker!? I am your boss!"

His forehead, I concluded.

"Not anymore." I pulled the trigger and watched his brain splutter everywhere, most part of it took up a residence on the wall.

I turned and started out, walking straight to the door.

"So, what now?" Morris asked following up behind me.

"Now, you clean up. I won't be coming in today. Tell the boss I'll be in tomorrow morning. He can call if there's an emergency."

"You going to the house?"

"No."

"You going to fuck some pussy?" I heard the amusement in his voice.

"Fuck you, Morris."

His laughter trailed behind me as I got to my car and entered it. I faced the cheeky bastard, "Clean up here, keep your eyes open. Call me if there's anything."

"You're holding out on me, Zero. Have a heart, man and invite this cock."

I drove off, having one destination on mind.

*****************

I packed in my usual spot beneath a broken streetlight. I car passed, blocking my view and I waited it out, until finally, the stupid car sped up.

Her flower shop came into view.