Cinnamon Girl
by Dave Zeltserman
The job was a bad one from the
beginning. Dougherty had gotten careless and didn’t realize there was a witness
until she ran naked from the basement apartment clutching her dress. All Red Mahoney
could tell me was that she was small and skinny with straight cinnamon-colored
hair reaching halfway down her back, and a pink butterfly tattooed on her right
ass cheek. There was no point in me complaining about having to clean up
Dougherty’s mistake. He was Mahoney’s brother-in-law.
That was three weeks ago. Her hair’s
been cut short and dyed to the color of charcoal, but her kiss still tastes
like cinnamon, and I’ve seen the butterfly up close and personal.
It would be an evil thing for me to
finish the job. If Mahoney knew, he’d have me cut up and the pieces tossed in
the river.
I’ll take my chances.
