One second more chapter one

Larry slammed the double barrel into Rose creased drenched forehead. It slid against the blood oozing down her frightened face. It didn't help her grabbing at him in hopes of saving her sorry soul.

Without one word he slid the barrels to her chest. His body stood still as he pulled the pistol grip sending her across the a bloody mass with her heart still pumping at her killers feet.

Larry thought nothing of his deed, after all he had hired her to do a job. And like any worker taking from him she was paid what she was owed. Larry eased out of the run down row houses leaving undetected.

Midnight made its way across the city chasing the wheels and heels of the night crowd.  Crosby had his glory days and now like every other retiree, he was taking it as a chance to live a civilian life.

After being on the force for thirty years he was more than ready to lay down his badge and gun. He decided he would spend his last night driving solo, it had been awhile for him on patrol. But it was the way to retire, taking the last ride.

The streets never let him down, never a night without the need for control. His arms swell under his clothing as he slid from under the wheel of the large SUV.

His tall frame stood above the roof of the dark shinning truck. He decided to check reports of gun shots in his vicinity. Now outside of the row houses he debated his next move.

Before he could move from his spot, a flash of lights and a blast quickly sent him towards it direction. Back tracking he returned to his truck. Gearing up from head to toe.

The ground crunched under his feet as he searched the area. His heart rate increased as he walked up on what once was Rose. He wasted no time as he rushed in hopes of catching her killer.

Larry wished it hadn't come to this. He had trained Rose, gave her a position to be a powerful woman. He closed up shop early, he was hoping to catch a flight out to Vegas and catch up on his string of clubs.

The money sat in a powder pink travel bag in the back of his car. He had to stash it just until he needed it, he thought as he headed to the air port.

It wasn't the paperwork that Crosby regretted doing, it was the image of Rose and her heart on the bottom of his shoe. The medics laughed as one cleaned up his Italian leather shoe.

Detective Whitesmith finished up with whom she was able to get information out of. She shook her head as she joined Crosby, joking as he put his shoe back on.

Her heart longed to be his, from the very first day she came to his prescient she felt attracted to him. And now the years have only deepened her love for him.

He wasn't handsome in any drop dead standard, but he was a dark tall well groomed muscle machine. She stared so hard at the brother she didn't hear anything he said. He laughed as she caught herself.

Though this was his last night in his mind he was already on the case. He held a place inside to catch the murderer if only for his own trophy box.

He left without another word, hit the freeway headed to a place where he could set up shop.