Criminal Intent
Oct. 19th, 2010 11:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gabbyncatIt wasn't that Marco didn't like Alex. In fact Alex was all right, mostly, for someone who was fundamentally a do-gooder and nosey with it. However Marco was a small fish in a big pond and Alex had pissed off one of the big fish. Marco was simply delivering the message.
He told himself this as he watched Alex leaving the small studio where he worked. Marco knew where he was going to to deliver the message. There was a small alleyway, a short cut between a row of shops and the back door of Alex's tenement block. Alex always took that shortcut on his way home. Marco lurked in a doorway across the road from the entrance, half hoping that Alex would turn a different way, walk on to a bar, or down to the bay, or just go in by the front door for once in his life, but no.
Alex turned a corner and headed down the alleyway. Marco shrugged his shoulders in resignation, cracked his knuckles and followed. He had a message to deliver after all. Hopefully Alex wouldn't harbour any ill-feelings about it.
Next Bingo Square: PTSD
He told himself this as he watched Alex leaving the small studio where he worked. Marco knew where he was going to to deliver the message. There was a small alleyway, a short cut between a row of shops and the back door of Alex's tenement block. Alex always took that shortcut on his way home. Marco lurked in a doorway across the road from the entrance, half hoping that Alex would turn a different way, walk on to a bar, or down to the bay, or just go in by the front door for once in his life, but no.
Alex turned a corner and headed down the alleyway. Marco shrugged his shoulders in resignation, cracked his knuckles and followed. He had a message to deliver after all. Hopefully Alex wouldn't harbour any ill-feelings about it.
Next Bingo Square: PTSD