Mayhem

Steve: Carl! I need to have a talk with you.

Carl: Oh, okay. (Nervously)

Steve: I know what you did last week.

Carl: Steve....i-am I'm sorry. It was an accident. I swear. I didn't mean to kill your cat.

Steve: That's okay. You're like a brother to me Carl. That's why I'm not going to shoot you. Capisce?

Carl: You are not? Wow. I'm a lucky guy. Whew.

Steve: Then again that cat, was a gift from my Ma. So, you shouldn't celebrate just yet.

With a snap of his fingers, and a few minutes later Carl's hands were tied, then his mouth was shut with a damp cloth. Steve instructed two of his guards to take care of Carl.

They went through the back door of the building. No matter what Carl did, the shaking, crying, whimpering....none of it saved him from the horrors of saying to Steve Marlon it was only an accident.

The next morning a young woman jogging by the river found a dead body under a bridge. It was in a really horrifying state- as if it had been smashed, diced & crushed too.