Without a Hitch (Flash Fiction)
By Russ Towne
“The heist went off without a hitch,” thought Victor. Six million bucks worth of high-quality un-cut diamonds. They ditched the stolen getaway car in a crowded parking lot near where Victor’s car was parked. The three men were careful to pick a lot that was out of the view of security cameras.
Victor drove his two partners in his car deep into the woods. George and Hank’s vehicles were miles away in different directions and parked among several other vehicles near trail heads. Victor parked and began walking toward a large stump forty feet away. “Let’s divide the stones over here. Get them.” As Hank turned toward the car, George hesitated just long enough to see and return Victor’s nod.
Victor reached the stump, watched, and waited for his plan to play out, thinking, “It’ll soon all be mine!”
Hank opened the trunk lid and leaned inside. George pulled his gun. BANG! Hank arched his back and crumpled. The acrid smoke of gunpowder tickled George’s nose. He grabbed the treasure and walked past Victor to lay the containers on the stump.
Victor turned, pulled his gun and called George’s name. George turned and took a step back when he saw the gun pointed at him. “No! Wait! You promised …”
“You fool!” Victor gloated. “Did you really think I’d share any of this with you?”
He took his time, savoring the moment, slowly moving the barrel of his gun to the center of George’s chest. BANG!
But, it was Victor who slumped to the ground and died moments later with a bewildered look on his face.
Hank walked up to George and said with a smile: “I’m sure glad your gun was firing blanks.”
“I’m sure glad yours wasn’t. When Victor plotted to have me kill you, I knew neither of us would be safe while he was alive. Thanks for playing along.”
Hank looked down at the bloody corpse. “Too bad he got greedy. There was plenty for all of us.”