The ice splintered beneath his fingers, as he tried to hold himself above the freezing river water. I watched as his face turned blue and his eyes started to slowly roll to the back of his head. Slowly but surely the fingers began to slip off of the ice as the strong river currents pulled him to his death.
" Job done," I coldly said. I didn't know the guys name and I didn't want to know, it was just another night's work.
It was a chilly dark October evening and the air seemed to have a bit of an edge on it. I quickly slid into a dark alley at the rivers side as a couple walked over the bridge above me, laughing and clearly drunk after a good night out. As I leaned against the brick wall smothered in fresh graffiti, I lit up a fag and noticed my hands ever so slightly shaking.
Get it together man, I told myself. I took five heavy drags of the fag before making sure I chucked it in the river. I pulled my hood up over my cold head and walked under the bridge and up the steps on the other side leading onto the high street. I stared across the street, looking for my pick up car with Ally in it. I scanned the dark street and noticed the black Mercedes with him sitting in it. I waited for a car outside the off license to drive round the corner; then hurried across the street. I quickly made a glance to make sure it was Ally in the car before climbing in and quickly locking my door. " Where you been Johnny? Rio wanted a quick job not an all nighter."
" I'm here now aren't I?"