Abuse of Chikara (book 1) (36 page)

The word around the cemetery was that Bill was going to hell soon. The guy had to know he was not going to be treated well after death with all the shit he had been doing. Of course, when he died the same fate was waiting for his white ass as well. He wondered if Quinton was here or buried someplace else maybe. He leaned back against a tombstone and wondered what the future would bring. Maybe he would quit the force and become a detective or something, but in his own unique way. Heck, he did have millions of dollars he had stolen recently from a bank in a mostly white area in Oak Park. Dirty Red had been harassing him for weeks to go up in to this bank and shoot up the place. Red did not care about the money and simply wanted some white people to have a stroke over their money being stolen. He had shot two white people. Dirty Red had been smiling for at least two weeks. They would have a hard time catching him as he knew how not to leave any evidence of the crime. He had purchased prosthetics for the face and arms that were made to resemble a black man. The dumb-asses were looking for a black man right now. Unlike other fools who had tried similar things he would not get caught. He would not be repeating this particular crime over and over. That is how idiots got caught, even though they committed a great crime and got away with it. See, smart criminals got away with a crime, but they thought they were too smart to get caught, which was a type of stupidity. They would keep doing shit over and over and finally get caught. Talking too much and repeating a crime constantly is how fools got caught. He could take a leave of absence and go hangout with his former friends in Mexico. He had no particular hate of African Americans, but knew the media and some in white society thought all black people were animals. This stereotype was not helped by some blacks who did, in fact, act like animals and did stupid crap. It made buying a black prosthetic face the simple choice. To top it off, he had just won the lottery and received a lump sum of $160 million after taxes. True to his word, Dirty Red had given him the winning numbers. Maybe Bill would even like being in hell. He took another swig of whatever kind of alcohol was in this bottle in his hand, and simply let his mind wander.

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