Killer's Eyes

Chance then reached into his wallet, took out Gil’s twenty $100 bills and flung them at him. Most landed on his lap, the others scattered about. Expecting Gil to start picking up his money, Chance was wrong, he did no such thing. Instead, he just looked up at the red faced smaller man with that irritating shit ass grin and slowly said, “No, an extended test drive isn’t illegal, he hesitated as Chance waited for him to finish, but burglary and murder is.” The words were barely out of Gil’s mouth as Chance felt his legs buckle and his heart start pounding. “What the hell are you talking about?” Chance was able to stammer out of his mouth. Gil shook his head like a father does to his youngster if he does something wrong and said, “You broke into Jonathon Hamilton’s house, robbed him, and when he surprisingly confronted you and recognized you, you had no choice but to kill him.” Chance screamed, “Are you mad, that never happened. I could never kill anyone!” Again Gil got that gruesome smile, or whatever you’de call it, before he replied, “Of course you didn’t kill him, you couldn’t have… because I did.” Gil waited a few seconds for Chance’s expected reply, or scream, but nothing came out of his shocked mouth, so Gil continued. “I can though easily make it look like you did it if you don’t cooperate with me. You see, the cops never really care if they get their man, just as long as they get a man.” Being outweighed by well over a hundred pounds didn’t stop Chance from lunging like a mountain lion at Gil. Just like as if a mountain lion was lunging at a big grizzly bear though, Chance was swatted away. He got up and leaped at him again, this time catching him unprepared and knocked him and the chair backwards. Flailing his fists like a madman, Chance got one or two shots to Gil’s face before Gil nonchalantly rolled Chance over. Half sitting on him, he calmly said, “Your fingerprints are all over that Grand Cherokee I used the night I killed Hamilton. All it will take is one anonymous call to the police telling them I saw Chance Brady leaving the scene of the murder. They will be at your carlot in seconds. I’m also sure I sprinkled enough of Hamilton’s blood around the inside of that vehicle to ensure without a doubt that your Jeep was indeed the getaway vehicle. I’m also sure your fancy keyboard system will confirm that you personally checked that vehicle out the night of the murder. Also, what a coincidence you happened to sell them a vehicle last month. You had to notice how much jewelry the missus had on. The prosecutor will have a field day with this trial. You see Chance, my boy, you have no choice but to join my team.” Gil got up to leave and finished with, “I’ll give you a day to get your head straight, I’ll be in touch.” Chance didn’t remember Gil getting off him or leaving. He didn’t pass out, but rather just laid there in a state of disbelief. “What just happened? How could this be happening? Why is this happening?”, Chance said out loud. “I’ve lived a clean, respectable life, not perfect, but certainly honest and lawful. This is something that happens to other people, not me.” He finally pulled himself up into a sitting position, his mind quickly changing from a “poor me,” mentality , to a survival mode mentality. Chance asked himself the obvious questions of whether he should call the police, whether he should tell Sammy, his mom, or his friends. After awhile he came to the realization that if he told someone and not the police, he would be incriminating them. He couldn’t believe his worst nightmare was happening. Chance always has had a phobia of being charged with a crime he didn’t commit. He didn’t think the police would believe his story, Why would they, he thought, he didn’t even believe it himself. Gil was right, he did check out the getaway vehicle, which probably had Hamilton’s blood in it, and he did have contact with the Hamiltons recently. That along with a testimonial, albeit a lying one, but a testimonial nevertheless, from Gil stating he saw him leaving the scene of the crime, would make Chase the prime suspect.