The park bench felt comfortable for once, the sky was clear the air was fresh and even the grass that he never even noticed seemed to stand tall with pride, though the children at play were doing there best to batter it back down. Blue came over and sat beside me with his wide brimmed hat and his overly long coat, hands tucked in pockets like a 1970's Private Investigator, which seemed ironic since I was the informant and he was, well he was whatever he wanted to be, I never bothered to ask.
" How are the Red Sox doing, Low?" he said with shifting eyes.
" Why do you insist we use color names if you always call me Low?"
" Yellow, How are the Red Sox doing?" He repeated with a bit of urgency in his voice.
" Grand slam, the winning ball is in the car behind us."
" Thanks, good day sir" he said with a wink and a smile
" Wait Red, what did you need it for?"
" Getting nosey are we Low, well its for a smoke." the words came without emotion, but he knew what they intitled. Tonight because of him there would be blood, and he had no idea who he had just helped kill.
" I know that look, dont worry if you didn't help the other nine guys under me would've, you just wouldn't have gotten paid."
" Who are you getting smokes for?"
" The shark that caught the ball ofcourse."
" I got a ball from a guy so you could use it for his smokes."
" Did you really think I was going to find a ball of equal worth and give it back? This seemed to be the easiet way."
" I see, always the genius ever the scoundral."
" Both of us, both of us boy, free money and no ties."