“You watch the news lately?” he asked, his breath bounced off the detective’s face and came back to him. He almost chocked on his own garlic breath. “I see you are knee deep in bodies,” he said, chuckled then looked around. Pete looked to his left, then to his right.
“You have something to do with that?” He asked, his voice shaking a little.
“If I did would I tell you pig,” Vince taunted. Pete flashed him an evil look. The detective was at his wits end with this want to be gangster. Vince leaned in even more, his face so close to Pete their noses touched.
“You look like you are about to explode, eh little man, you have some balls in that weak pathetic body of yours?” he said and snickered.
You bastard. Am not going down for you!” He shouted, a cat scurried across the alley, jumped on a trashcan knocking off the lid. The sound echoed as if it was the only sound in the alley. Pete’s hand automatically went to his holster. Vince grabs the smaller man by his throat.