Well Surprise, Surprise

Started by Albert Brazaga at Apr 08, 2020 12:46 AM
January 13, 1924
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Albert Brazaga

Gangster
364
?Years Young
5 Posts

"Let's you n' me go for a ride."


Berkowitz Watchshop

 

Eddie Walsh was whistling an old tune his father used to whistle as he entered the door of the small watch shop. The place had a crowded feeling to it with one narrow aisle leading up to a main counter, on either side of the aisle were all sorts of clocks and watches behind glass shelving. It was his first time here but even now he wasn't here about any watches or even to get his fixed - it worked just fine.

Nope, Mike O'Rourke had set up a sweet deal with him and he stood to make a tidy profit on some fine Cuban cigars. Once he had them in his possession, he was confident he could easily make 3 or 4 times what he would be paying for them. Besides, Eddie liked to smoke cigars so no doubt he would sample a few of them and enjoy himself.

No one seemed to be there. The fact there were no customers was fine, it meant he could take care of the deal and get right out there. But where was this Berkowitz mug?

"Hello? Anybody here?" he called out.

There was a worn curtain hiding an interior room from view at the end of the aisle, no doubt the watchmaker's work room. The curtain parted and out stepped a well dressed beefy man. He was smiling but that smile was anything but warm. Eddie blinked. This man was not Berkowitz, of that he was certain. In fact something about him was familiar.

Alberto Brazaga gave a big smirk then his voice boomed out, "Hey there Eddie. So glad ta see ya. Right on time too."

Too late it was all sinking in, Eddie became alarmed.

Alberto revealed a revolver he had behind his back and leveled it at the Irishman at a range of no more than ten yards distance. Eddie was armed too but the gun was stuck in his waist belt and even then he didn't go for it, he just froze in place. What the hell was happening?

Alberto wasn't much for words, he had his victim right like he wanted him - helpless. He pulled the trigger. There was a sharp report. Eddie grunted as the bullet hit him right in the guts.  Eddie was a big strong man and it took more than one bullet to put him down though, he staggered against one of the glass shelves.

"You...." he tried to say something.

Alberto had five bullets left though, he now fired again. The second shot tore into the man's right side torso and his victim collapsed backward onto the wooden floor. Alberto closed the distance even more so he could stand over the wounded man.

"Surprise, surprise," he grinned maniacally then steadily pulled the trigger four more times, placing all those rounds full in Eddie's face.

With that Alberto paused to admire his handiwork. Eddie's face was a mess. Yes, he was done here. Alberto turned and went right out the back of the place and down an alley, not even bothering to run. By the time any cops showed up he would be long gone. He only needed now to make a phone call to his boss, Freddie Gagliano, to tell him the good news.


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Jack Finch

16
?Years Young
8 Posts

Once I was told that all men get better with age. We're just gonna skip that stage.


Today was a fine day for Jack, and he hoped that it would continue to be fine. The man was just making his way through the city on his usual commute, revelling in the fact that the streets were kind of empty. While that was pretty unusual for a city the size of Miami, this was a less popular part of town, and as such he didn't even think twice of it. Why should he?

He was simply walking these nondescript streets, when from behind him rang several deafening.....gunshots. Gunshots that sounded like they were way too close. Jack stopped dead in his tracks from the surprise, and to try and dim the ringing now in his ears. His efforts were mostly for naught. Turning his head slightly to look towards the direction of the gunshots, he considered his options. By all means, he should keep walking. That would be the smart thing to do, after all.

However, Jack was not smart.

It was as such, that after a few moments of hesitation, he almost begrudgingly turned to walk to where he had heard the gunshots come from, footsteps light as to not be heard to whoever could be in there. Jack's curiosity had long overpowered his self-preservation instincts, and he quietly made his way into the small shop he thought he had heard the shots come from. Though he was still concerned about the shooter(s) being in here, his mindset was something along the lines of 'fuck it'.

Jack found something of interest, of course, and it wasn't a shooter. It took him a moment to process what he was seeing. Once the reality hit him, though, he felt faint. As if he was about to vomit. And yet he didn't look away from the mangled corpse sprawled out on the floor. Just stared, frozen like a deer in headlights. Eventually, he tore his gaze away from the body to walk deeper into the shop, taking care not to step anywhere near the body. His squeamishness and the fact he had never seen a corpse before didn't help him, here.

With a morbid curiosity, though, Jack looked back towards the corpse — which was then immediately followed by him just straight-up puking basically his entire stomach onto the ground. Equal parts from the sheer disgust and shock. Though it was disgusting and nauseating and he would have rather not done that, it proved to be quite the sobering experience. The shock had still not yet worn off, but his rational thoughts were returning again. That wasn't exactly good, though, as now he was instead worrying about the fact that if the cops saw him here or something, they'll think he did it. 

It took all his willpower to tear himself away from the shop, and try and walk away from the crime scene. He didn't bother with making sure he hadn't left anything behind that could be traced to him. He had better things to worry about. Jack looked over his shoulder as he had exited the shop, going back to walking on the streets. He no longer knew where he was heading — all he knew was that he had to get away from this specific place. Though Jack had thought himself a strong person, this experience made it obvious to even him that he wasn't at all as strong as he thought he was. While that might be blamed on his overall squeamishness and the fact this was the first corpse he had ever seen, he didn't think about it.

Really, all he was concerned about was getting away from here and trying not to puke his guts out on the street again.


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Jessica MacLeod

Heiress
52
?Years Young
11 Posts

The day had been long and rather boring. Jessica MacLeod had stayed at a girlfriend's house the night before so they could sneak out to this side of town for an evening of partying. The apartment belonged to a boy that she had attended school with. Like Jessica, he was from a wealthy family, but he got his thrills from hanging out with a crowd of people with questionable morals. Considering what her brothers did for a living, Jessica could not really knock Vincent for that. The promised party had been little more than drinking beer, gossip, and listening to jazz on the radio.

Jessie was standing next to the window staring out at the rather seedy clockmaker's shop across the street. Idly, she snapped a couple of pictures with her new German Leica 35mm camera that she had gotten for Christmas. She saw a man arrive and shortly after that she heard the distinctive sound of gunshots. All of her companions gasped, screamed and huddled under the furniture. Jessica glanced at them, leaned down and grabbed her revolver laden purse and her camera case before heading for the door. The entrance to the apartment was at the rear of the building, accessed by an alley too narrow for a car. Hers was parked down the street.

Exiting the alley, Jessica turned in the direction of the shop and paused. Another man walked into the shop, and a short while later, he exited and headed away at a rapid pace. In fact, if she crossed the street, she would intersect him. Jessie knew that this last man was not the shooter. He had gone in after the shots. Whoever had fired the shots must have exited out the back.

Curiosity got the better of her. Jessica jogged across the street, stopping a few feet from the stranger. "Hey!" Jess called out to the man, "What happened in there? Has someone been shot? We should call the cops."


Jack Finch

16
?Years Young
8 Posts

Once I was told that all men get better with age. We're just gonna skip that stage.


At the moment, Jack was concerned mostly only with trying to get back home. Or, well, just get to any place that isn't this one. His journey was cut short by a woman jogging across the street and towards him, stopping once she was close enough to him. Sucking in his breath, he averted his gaze from her and frowned. Quite obviously, something had happened — but Jack wasn't very willing to just say that outright. He can't just say that to some....random girl. Though it could be argued that maybe Jack was being a bit too paranoid, he viewed his paranoia as justified considering the somewhat harrowing experience that he went through minutes ago.

"No–no, no, no, no. Everything's fine." Nothing was fine. It was apparent from the tone of his voice and the glaringly obvious fake cheerfulness in it that he was lying. That coupled with the fact that he looked pretty shaken up and also on the verge of tears made his lie a shoddy one, that any moron could see through. Jack was hyperaware of this fact, but as he couldn't exactly do anything to fix it, he just chose to not do anything about it.


Jessica MacLeod

Heiress
52
?Years Young
11 Posts

Jessica narrowed her large doe-brown eyes at the man. "Did you shoot someone to death?" She actually knew better. He had not entered the clock repair shop until after the shots were fired. Still, it was worth seeing if she could rattle the already skittish man even more.

Before he could answer, she shrugged her shoulders and stepped around him, "It doesn't matter. Someone might need help, and the crime needs to be reported." Her intention was to head for the shop and use its phone to make the call to the authorities.

Besides, Jessica was excited. This was the most exciting thing to have happened to her in her life.


Jack Finch

16
?Years Young
8 Posts

Once I was told that all men get better with age. We're just gonna skip that stage.


Jack was silent for a moment in sheer surprise at the question. Though he expected that that would be asked, he didn't expect her to just...ask it like that. So straight forward. Despite the fact that he was completely innocent, this time, he was still very nervous and skittish — as if he had been the one who did it.

He didn't even get an opportunity to answer her question, though, before he was interrupted. Jack frowned, a confused look on his face as he saw the woman just. Walk past him, towards the shop. Was that brave or stupid or her? "Noone needs help," he said. The person who maybe could've needed help was dead in the shop. You can't help a corpse. "nothing– nothing needs to be done, and everything's fine." The last few words of his sentence were said rather forcefully, as if he were convincing himself of that. He was absolutely terrible at convincing anyone of anything, though.

Jack had an urge to just stop her from getting involved with this entire thing, but he didn't. He was more concerned with his own safety than the safety of this random girl. Jack turned his gaze away from the shop, just staring out into the street, covering his face with his hands in exasperation and sighing.


Jessica MacLeod

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52
?Years Young
11 Posts

Jessica headed for the clockmaker's shop, her long lanky stride making short work of the distance. She suspected she was heading into trouble, but that excited her. Just like stowing away on her older brothers' ship excited her. At eighteen, Jess thought she was quite worldly and adventurous. She was a rule-breaker and often pushed her father to the point of throwing up his hands and threatening to ship her off to the private finishing school that her mother wanted her to go to. Jess was not above playing the "abandon me like you did my brothers card" on her long-suffering father. So far, it had worked. Getting pinched for murder might just be a deal-breaker.

She paused at the door to the shop, actually taking a moment to think things over. Like many women, she carried a gun in her purse. It was not the standard Derringer but a snub-nosed revolver. She had not gone shooting with her brothers recently, so the gun was as clean as a whistle. Fired or not, she faithfully cleaned the piece once a week. Ballistics should clear her of any involvement in the actual murder. Besides, the police chief was a family friend, although he wasn't as corrupt as most. On top of that, her newest brother was a Fed.

Having debated the pros and cons of her actions for a change, Jessica pushed the door open and went inside. Immediately, the strong coppery tang hit her nostrils. She had read descriptions of how copious amounts of blood smelled in the crime and mystery novels that she loved. She steeled herself, knowing that what she was going to see would be highly unpleasant.

Even with preparing herself, the sight of the corpse made her gasp slightly. Stepping gingerly around it, she found the shop's telephone and dialed the operator. After making an anonymous report - her plan being to get out before the cops arrived - Jessica turned back toward the body. The sight was quite gruesome, but intriguing at the same time. She took her time observing as much as she could without disturbing the crime scene. Then, she grabbed her camera and took a series of photographs. Finally, she ducked back outside to see the man still standing, now with his hands over his face. Jessica had only been in the shop for five minutes or less, it felt like hours. Hearing the distant wail of a siren, she darted forward and grabbed the man by the arm.

"Come on! We need to get out of here. It isn't a good time for me to be questioned by the police," Jessica tugged on his arm, trying to tow him away from the area. "Quit being a big baby. Let's go!" She had totally reversed course on how exciting it might be to get involved in a real-life murder mystery.


Jack Finch

16
?Years Young
8 Posts

Once I was told that all men get better with age. We're just gonna skip that stage.


Jack just remained standing on the street with his hands over his face, only hesitating once he thought he heard the wail of sirens in the distance. He was just about to take a moment to focus and try to figure out what his next step should be, but it appears that the woman already had figured that out for him. He audibly gasped as she tugged on his arm, trying to tug him away from this area. 

"What the fuck?" Though he didn't try to pull his arm away from her, he certainly wasn't pleased with this outcome. Jack was absolutely not in the mood to run away with some annoying girl, moments after essentially witnessing a murder. It took quite a bit of self-control to keep some sharp remarks unsaid, but not getting to vent his frustrations made him all the more skittish and irritated. After all, he wasn't a moron — he would have made his way away from here even without this interruption. Though he wanted to argue and protest against whatever this girl was doing, he decided that right now wasn't the best time and that it could wait.

"Fine, okay, whatever. Fine. Fine."

Jack did still, despite being so very frustrated about the girl, make an active effort to get away from the arriving cops and the crime scene, though. Most of the fear from before had been melded with just anger and frustration at everything. There were just too many thoughts and emotions going through his head, and he didn't know how to cope with them at all. However, he knew that right now wasn't the time to try and cope with this borderline-harrowing experience, which is exactly why he just stayed completely silent and just tried to get away from the murder scene.


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Jessica MacLeod

Heiress
52
?Years Young
11 Posts

Surprisingly familiar with that area of town, Jessica led the way, finally bringing them out of a side alley almost next to her car. By now, a couple of cop cars were parked outside the shop. But they were far enough away not to be noticed. Of course, the downside was that she needed to drive right past them to get on the road home. Jessica really had not thought things through as well as she should have. She could brazen it through by telling them who she was and, truthfully, that she had been hanging out with some friends at their pad just across from the shop, and yes, she had heard the shots but had hidden in place and just wanted to get home. Jessica did not want to leave the stranger on his own. Somehow, he seemed less able to deal with the situation than she was.

That meant a disguise. What was it that Lucian had told her once. Make yourself part of the surroundings, and you wouldn't attract too much attention. Well, fortunately, her car would not stand out. It was an old, sturdy Model-T that her father had given her with the promise of something nicer and sportier when she had been driving for awhile. She had not pressed the issue, having grown fond of the car.

Crouching next to her car, Jessica looked at the man, "My name is Jessica. Are you some kind of a crook. Will the police recognize you if they stop us? Are you known to them?" While waiting for an answer, she opened her purse and pulled out a small container of dark eyeshadow, which she proceeded to dab under her eyes. It would make her look a little older and less put-together. A bright scarf was next. She tied it over her hair and viewed her appearance in her compact's mirror. Not bad...unless they recognized her, of course!


Jack Finch

16
?Years Young
8 Posts

Once I was told that all men get better with age. We're just gonna skip that stage.


Though Jack had been wishing for more excitement in his life for quite some time, this experience definitely made him realize that he actually never wants anything remotely 'exciting' to happen to him ever again. Truthfully, he would give a lot to be able to forget about this all and just go back to the routine of....before. There wasn't time to dwell on those thoughts, though, and Jack knew that. Which is exactly why he was just blindly following the woman instead of just breaking down in the middle of the street. While it was true that he didn't trust her in the slightest, he had nothing else to do but to just follow her lead.

Jack didn't have time to be surprised or...anything, really, which explained his lack of a reaction when she essentially pulled him out of an alley and almost near a car. Though he hesitated at first, Jack crouched down next to the car as well after the woman — Jessica, it seemed her name was — did so. Now that he wasn't basically running for his life, he was using all the willpower he had in him to not have a breakdown here. He truly cannot catch a break, here.

Jack looked at the ground as Jessica spoke, though he did glance towards her for a moment as he saw her pull out eyeshadow and a disguise. "I'm not a crook," Jack said, rather defensively, taking it more as an accusation than anything else. Though the truthfulness of his statement was debatable, he didn't consider himself to be a crook. "I'm nobody. Noone will recognize me." He was trying to convince himself of that, of course. Though he was pretty good with not getting caught with his petty thievery, there were times he had been caught. All he hoped for was that if any cops recognize him, they don't immediately blame him.

"You– you know what? Give me that," he said, not waiting for an answer before he grabbed the eyeshadow from her and began applying it to the unders of his eyes, and lightly around his cheekbones and jawline. Jack was actually pretty good at makeup, and though his hands were shaking and he was just not in the state to do this, it worked in making him look.....a bit different. Truth be told, he was too stressed right now to be able to worry about whether the way he looks is adequate or not.