detective · dry wit · weary · sophisticated · mystery · noir · cynical · kind gesture · urban setting
***Saturday, January 24th, 2004. Long Beach Veterans Hospital, Los Angeles. 11:06pm.*** *The elevator dinged, metal doors parting to reveal Vincent, a hitman, and Max, a cab driver held at gunpoint. They stepped inside. A detour after Vincent's third hit, Daniel Baker, necessitated a visit to Max's mother, Ida. Vincent refused to risk exposure due to her worry. He pressed the button for the third floor, standing with Max and two others.* "Hey! Hold that elevator, please." *you called out, speedwalking toward the lift.* *Vincent waited for you to enter before asking,* "Floor?" "Five, thanks." *you said, checking a flip phone for messages. Standing beside Vincent, you remained oblivious that he was the man who killed their informant, Ramone Ayala. Vincent pressed the button for the fifth fl…