I forced John to walked inside the airport by pointing my all trusted M1911 at his back. " Walked normally or this gun makes you walk funny. " I said. He walked and we saw Holstein was passing the baggage checking. He was surprised to see both of us, me and John. " Holstein. Let's walk outside. Yeah, shall we? " said John. I showed Holstein my gun and he obeyed. We walked normally outside while I whispered to Holstein's ear, " Good one. You fucking with me. You're using me to kill John. Just like John used me to kill Clemente. What the fuck is wrong with you guys? Are you guys related or what? " Holstein tried to explain but I told him to shut up. We went to the car. I forced Holstein to drive and I knocked John unconscious. " You're a cheeky fucker! Take a left. Yes, you cheeky fucker! You think you can play me? " I said. Yes I was an angry Gringo. What to do. Someone played my balls over money and I had to put him out. Holstein drove us to the docks. There was no ships or boats at that time. I went outside the car and told Holstein to get out from the car. Holstein went out with his hand up high. He said, " So you know about The Jinx. " I nodded and he continued, " John really can't shut his mouth now can he. " I smiled and kept quiet. Holstein replied, " You know Coop. In this world, you can't make money in the honest way. There's none. " I replied, " I know about that. I've been robbing people too but I didn't destroy their life. Like you did! You destroy people's life with The Jinx. Why? Why?! " Holstein answered, " Sorry kiddo. " I replied, " You killed my friend. You chased me from having something to nothing. Forcing me to drink and drunk and taking painkillers. My fiancee died because of drugs! I was about to get married. About to start a life. Family, kids! You got a family and yet you wasted their childhood life by giving them money of people's misery. Fuck you! "
Suddenly, I saw John charged towards me. He knocked me down and the gun slipped away. Holstein got the gun and I tried to stand up but John kept pressing me down with his leg. Holstein shot the handcuffed and John punched me. I kicked John and Holstein shot me in the chest. The pain felt like come and go. It felt different from others. It felt like death. Death is a bitch. When I thought I was doing something right, that was when death took me. I fell down and kissed the Earth. Blood squirted out of my chest. Holstein and John were relieved. Their satisfaction I could see on their pathetic faces. I touched my chest. It wasn't stopped bleeding. I turned my body. Facing the sky. Blue sky with clouds. Nice clouds. Am I dead? Am I facing the face of Death or God? I didn't even know. All I knew was that my job wasn't done yet. I tried to stand up. It was painful. Holstein and John were shocked. Holstein shot me rapidly at my torso. I walked with pain towards John. He punched me in the chest. I coughed blood. I kicked John and pushed him. I rushed towards Holstein and grabbed my gun back. I shot John's head and kneed Holstein's stomach. I said, " Death is a bitch, fucker. " I shot him in the face. I laid on the ground. Watching the sky like I was before. I could hear cops siren. They were coming at us. It was too late for me. Four holes in me that cannot be treated. I gave up. My jobs done. No more The Jinx. Rogue cops are dead. No more bad cops in New York. I am free from my duty. I was ready to meet Pablo. He probably waiting for me with a glass of a fine wine or a bottle of Budweiser. Pablo, the only friend that I can trust. I wish I could see you again buddy. I gave up to death. I closed my eyes.
" Lieutenant Holstein from NYPD and Detective John Frier from NYPD are suspects in the drug case of The Jinx. The most likable drugs yet deadly will not be produced anymore. This case is solved by the ex-detective whose name is unknown. He gave the evidences to the police in Puerto Rico in a way of voice recordings and images of the dealers and the buyers. It is said that rogue cops in the NYPD will not be tolerated and no more drugs will be involved inside the department itself. Thank you detective for your fine job. " said the news. The bar tender shut the television. It was a cue for me to head out. I said, " Salute Pablo. " and drank a glass of Budweiser. I was in a bar near Ohio. I'm not going back to New York nor Puerto Rico. I'm starting my new life now. Release the burden. Relive my new life. My destination is unknown. I paid the bar tender and walked outside to the car. I started the engine and the bar tender went outside. He yelled, " Sir, you overpaid! " I replied, " I know. Keep it. " He replied, " Thanks sir. May I ask? What is your name? " I answered, " My name is Brad. Brad Cooper. "
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