Benny stood over the disemboweled body, his facial expression unchanged.
“Sonofabitch,” he said.
He backed up against the flimsy structure of the milk-bottle toss, making the booth shake.
“Hey,” Syd yelled from the other side. “Watch it!”
Benny peered around the corner at Syd and signaled him to come over.
“Problem?” Syd flipped his sign to “closed” and jumped over the counter. He followed Benny and looked down at the body. “Holy shit.” Syd’s face remained passive, but he hopped from foot to foot, and his eyes darted around the small space between game booths.
Benny nodded. “That’s the third one this week. We have a definite problem.” (more…)