Xavier Leret

I was on my phone to my Toots, when this body splat and cracked on the floor beside me. Fuck I, it made me jump and I dropped my phone. It chipped the plastic a bit, but the screen was fine and Toots was still there. I said, Fuck.

What? Toots said.

Like totally fucking dead.

Who is?

Fuck I.

What?

I looked up at the sky. He like must have, I said. Fuck me.

What?

He must have. He must have. Fuck it, got to go.

Rufus, talk to me.

Got to go, Toots.

I hung up, looked at the dead kid. There was blood and brains oozing out of a crack in his head. And I thought, oh fuck it, switched the phone into camera mode, and started snapping away. I got down onto my knees to get close ups. I had to lie down to get the pics of his face, what was left of it.

That’s when I heard these two voices, like an echo coming from the other side of the tower. Fuck did I freeze. Only my eyes moved. I only had one chance to get this so quick as you like I was in the bushes and round the other side. And that’s when I got them. Arm in arm. The light was just perfect on their faces and where it was shadow it was like deep crushed and black. I’ll tell you what for free, that girl is fucking beautiful. I wouldn’t think twice about fucking her, even if she did kill that kid.

Anyway’s, I stuck hidden as they made their escape, then I checked out mi pics, chose the ones I liked, logged into Facebook and posted the complete works in a folder I called, What The Fuck. Then I called my toots back.

It was Toots who got me to call the cops. And this cop came who said his name was Moses. He made me sit down and then stood over me. His bell was in my face, which weren’t non too pretty and the sun shone on his bald head. There was pigs everywhere. Proper CSI. Grisham eat your fucking heart out.

Moses said, you put the images on Facebook?

I nodded.

Can I see them?

Sure. I handed my phone to him.

And then I just carried on looking at that dead kid. I reckons they kept me there to try and freak me out.

You’re not troubled by a dead body, said copper Moses, as he flicked through the images on my phone?

It’s the first one I’ve ever seen, I said. And thought this is well wicked man. Look at the cunt, his face looks like an apple that’s well passed it’s sell by.

Really? He said

Yeah, I said.

And it doesn’t bother you?

No.

Moses kept a poker face. He looked up from the phone to me and then looked behind him to the body of Stanton. He took another look at the phone before stepping back to look at the corpse, which was looking well ragged.

You must have lain beside him to take this? He said.

Yeah, I said.

Moses raised his eyebrows.

A copper appeared from behind the tower. We’ve found a knife sir, he said.

What kind of knife?

A second world war Nazi bayonet.

Nazi?

Yeah.

Where?

Up there, at the top.

Prints?

Two sets, sir. One them are his sir, he said indicating the dead kid.

Moses nodded. He started going through the photos again. He showed the pics of the girl leaving with that other kid. This them?

I must have nodded.

She’s very beautiful, he said

She was fucking amazing, I said.

He looked at me. We’ll need to have access to your Facebook account.

Why?

Because we need to remove the images you put up.

You can’t do that, I said – fuck me coppers are one short of a battery set.

Don’t tell me what I can’t do, sonny.

No, mate, what I mean is, they’re out there.

Come again?

You can’t take them down, they’ve been copied and pasted already. I’ve had, like, hundreds of comments. Those two, in the picture, I said, they’re bill board beautiful. They’re like stars already. And that girl, that girl is fucken hot. I mean, I’d fuck her. I wouldn’t think twice about it.

Fuck me, cops are thick. Lol.

 

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