Chapter 3: One Last Snitch With A Gambling Problem

As Albert’s walks towards the hospital he stares blankly forward.  He takes no notice of how the closer he gets to the hospital the more people seem to be running in the opposite direction.  Albert is deep in thought.  He is walking cause he feels sure that his employer put a tracking device, maybe even a bomb, in his car.  And since Albert just spent the better part of an entire day and night at the police station, it is probably best that his employer thinks that Albert simply hasn’t left the house in twenty-four hours.

Albert recalls, it was two days ago that he was sent to a low level snitches house to give him twenty-four hours notice.  The snitch’s name is Tony.  Tony was the only one at his apartment and Albert threw him so hard against the wall that the dry wall dented in the shape of a large egg.

“Mel wants his money Tony,” Albert warned him sternly with his British accent, “You’ve got twenty-four hours Tony.  I’m coming back here tomorrow, in exactly twenty-four hours.  And I am either going to leave with the money you owe back to Mel or your head.  And probably the head of your little whore-friend too.” 

At the last sentence comes a look of shock blended in with the fearful look Tony was giving Albert.

“Oh,” continued Albert, “Didn’t think we knew that you found yourself a little girlfriend did you Tony?  Where is your little cupcake?  Is she home?”

“Sh-sh-she’s sleeping.  Works nights.”  Tony replied breathing terror on to Albert’s knuckles.

“Well congratulations Tony.  That’s precious that is.  This time tomorrow, you’ll have the whole lot or you and the bird reach the afterlife.  And don’t run Tony, or we’ll let Walter work on the Bird while you watch.” 

After that Albert left Tony huddled on the floor with nothing but a hole in the wall and a day left to live.  Felt crumby to Albert to have to threaten Tony with what Walter would do, but that always worked.  Stories reached every corner of the city with what Walter was capable of… what he took pleasure in.  People would always pay or choose death then risk being submitted to Walter’s twisted fantasies.

It’s just two days after the last time Albert saw fear in Tony’s eyes.  Albert can’t help but feel as though Tony passed all his fears onto him, the man who would end his life.  The fear Albert feels as people run past him came after what he had done later that evening.  A visit to the police station made Albert into something his Boss hated.  The thing his Boss hated most about people like Tony.  What he liked to call, “a snitch.”