I could not have gotten away with it

"Wait up, bro"

He turned to see a 6' man in overly baggy jeans and a sweater, iPod glued to his ears. "Knew you could do it"

His eyes turned a bright evil red, stepping closer to him, Watch you're temper Boy.

"You understand how much trouble I'm in right?" he said in low toned voice, watch you're temper Boy, "If they find me..."

The man let out a maniacal laugh, "face it boy, you one of us now" he said in a grim voice, taking out his earphones, "I got you're stuff"

He sighed; the man took out an envelope from his pocket, made sure it was the right one, and handed it to him.

"How much is in there?" said He, talking more seriously.

"200" replied the man.

"You promised 500"

"Sometimes things can't be arranged that way"

"This one should have"

"You pretty rough for a first timer"

"Listen-"

"No look, I got a benefit, you got one too, and now shut you're pie whole, I didn't see the guy in a long time..."

"Get off you're stupid soap box"

"You calling me stupid? Look in the mirror"

Watch you're temper Boy.

He snatched the packet, and knew exactly what to do with it.

Lori Thompson finished washing the dishes and took off her gloves, finger by finger, "He should be home soon" she whispered to herself; then again, it was not the first time she whispered that to herself. Husband a drug addict, son possibly one too, what more could she do but whisper to herself.

The door creaked, then a ring, Lori slowly walked towards the door, twisted the handle to come face to face with a police officer. He was wearing a sharp police uniform, held a badge that read:

Marcus, Jon.

Special Unit.                                                                                 

"'Special Unit?'" Lori said under her breath, the man nodded.

"May I come in?" Officer Marcus asked, Lori nodded, wide eyed.

Lori lead Marcus to their living room, offered him to take a seat.

"I know, these probably not the right time for a fellow like me to pop into you're house, but..." Officer Marcus pulled out a photo, it was of her son, she snickered, and the cloths he wore. "This is you're son right?"

Lori nodded, Officer Marcus let out a deep sigh.

"Ms. Thompson, my job is to deal with troubled youth, and in my ten years of being on the job, I've never seen something like this" Lori could not fell her pulse, Officer Marcus continued: "You read the anything in the paper?"

"News is too sad for me" Lori gulped, "I prefer to stay on the happy side of life"

"Know about traders?"

"Which kind?"

"The ones that go over the border"

"Bad Kind?"

"The bad kind"

"He is on drugs right?"

"No, at least we don't think he was"

Silence.

Lori began to sob, but vowed to herself to find out what happened to her son. "This is not getting anywhere, Officer"

"Think of a scenario, two parties meet, one with -"

"This isn't getting anywhere, Officer"

"No need to raise you're voice"

"I want to know what happened to my son"

Jon Markus took a long breath and began.

"Around 1:30pm you're son and another person whom we could not where talking over something, which our witnesses could not hear, our best guess is money. Four blocks away there was a mass prison break, town prison"

Lori gasped, Office Marcus snapped his fingers.

"Exactly, he paid this person to blow up the prison, to meet his father. Unfortunately, the money did not work out, you know, to pay the other kid, he took the money and came back with a gun, and we just found his body a half an hour ago"

Lori started breathing heavily, she reaches for a glass of water, but it slipped out of her hand and shattered... each shred of glass would keep her awake at night... Each -

"There's more," Officer Marcus held out papers, Lori could barely hear him "He did not hire a trained assassin or firearms master to blow it up, he hired a boy who was 14, his age, and is still on the loose"

Depend silence; Lori stared at the pieces of glass, lost.    

Officer Marcus heard a beeping sound from his pocket, his phone was flashing red "This is not the right time --, what? Shooting? Same suspect? Laying dead? Kids? I'll be right there"