His uncle hadn't left him much............a Colt 1911 .45 autoloader?, the keys and title to the pickup truck (with the hey look at me paint job), an address in NYC, and a handful of cash. Oh, and a bunch of crazy SOB's trying to kill him for some damn reason. It had started after leaving the lawyers' office............seems there was a contract started to not necessarily kill him (he was an afterthought), but to deliver the pickup to an address south of the border. Upon delivery, the person would collect a cool million.
There seemed to be no end to the wannabe bounty hunters looking to make an easy score..............except so far it hadn't been easy. He was leaving a trail of bodies across the southwest as he made his way to NYC. Rumor had it that "something" was hidden in the panels of the pickup and the address would provide an answer to that question. If he lived that long.............
He knew now, stopping to drain the lizard, had been a mistake. At least these two were different from the previous teams, they were at least better looking. Which could be a distraction, which could cause problems, which could get his ass killed. One thing for certain, there would be blood......................
