He was the type that liked to talk too much before dealing the Coup d'état.

Planted my knife in the dead center of his chest while he was making eyes with a 16 year old waitress and acting like a big man. I took it back and wiped it off. Calmly, I left the money on the counter for the bill and a 20% tip. I was on that Greyhound bus waiting outside and bound for Phoenix before he finished dying on the floor. Good thing greasy spoons in the sticks don't have cameras.

When I heard the diesel come alive, slammed going into first gear and pulled away, I laid my head back on the rest and it didn't take long before I was in a deep sleep.

CAPTAIN ZERO