Lying in the back of the van, Matt Freeman waited. The gun felt heavy on his chest after many hours of it resting their patiently, even though it was only a pistol. His back was cold from the metal floor and noted that next time, if there was a next time, he should get something a little more heat retentive to lie on.
His breath, calm, quiet and trained, had started to appear in front of his eyes about an hour ago as the air around him cooled. Dragons, as his son called them, dancing in the fluorescent light of the street lamp which shone through the metal grate, separating the Empty front seats from the back compartment.
His eyes stared at the rivets on the roof, tracing the lines between them with his eyes, making patterns, passing the time.
Going through his mind, he played back, over and over again, all the information he knew about Richard Kelly. It made what Matt did easier. Ex-drug dealer, turned loan shark. Spent time in prison, first for beating up his wife, second for beating the bloke she had left him for ,whilst he was in prison. 5"10, brown hair, no visible or known tattoos. Liked to be known as Rich Kelly, would happily kill anyone who dared call him Dick. Had a weakness for prostitutes.
That was Matt's way in, of course. He'd sent one of his best after Kelly. A woman who was only known as Rae, no surname, no background, no loved ones. Rae was readily available and willing to do almost anything for the job. That's what made her perfect.
The sound of a car engine slowly rolling over as it slowed down and the rubber tyres rolling against the wet Tarmac rang in Matt's ears like wedding bells. The glorious sound that he had been waiting for. A car door slamming, quickly followed by,
"Thanks babe! That was amazing!" Loudly shouted from Rae, making sure Matt would hear it. The engine cut out and there was a muffled conversation going on at the car.
Matt kicked sharply, sending the double doors of the van clanging open. A single, silenced shot was all that was needed. The glass of the windscreen cracked as the bullet raced through and buried itself in Kelly's brain. A trickle of blood ran down his face from the hole, painting his shocked expression red.
Matt scooched out of the van onto his feet. He slipped the gun into his holster, did his jacket up with the zip and closed the van doors. He then walked round to the front of the vehicle and got in behind the wheel. Rae was there in the passenger seat waiting for him. They didn't say anything to one another, they hardly ever spoke once a job was done.
Matt turned on the engine and the pair drove away from the car with Richard Kelly's body in the front seat, where it would remain until it was found early the next morning by the neighbours.
