all his kills in a small black book, but he
has been doing this for most of his life and once he filled up all
the pages in the book he saw no point in counting any more. For
Michael killing was as just as easy as breathing.
CHAPTER FIVE
Rooftops
John was running out of time, Michael had only
given him two days to find Spiderhead. The only lead that John
could think of was The Green Dragon restaurant in Chinatown. The
Green Dragon was the very place that Tommy had been killed, it was
a complete long shot, but it was all he had to go on. John went
there trying to get a lead on Spiderhead or maybe, if he was lucky
some information about his boss Chung. One big problem about China
Town is that nobody will willingly talk to the cops. However, this
time around John was not a cop anymore, things were different. He
was not afraid to use force to get what he needed and with a little
persuading and a few bloody knuckles he was able to get a solid
piece of information from one of the waiters at The Green
Dragon.
He dragged the waiter out back into the
alley. This was the same alley where Tommy bled to death. At first
the waiter did not want to talk to John, that was okay with him, he
was in the mood to knock the shit out of someone. John punched the
waiter until he broke his nose. Then he slammed him against the
trash dumpster until he could not stand up any more. It took about
four minutes for the waiter to give up the information that John
needed. So much for China Town loyalty. The waiter said that
Spiderhead was staying at a flea bag hotel nearby. "This better be
the truth, if I have to come back here you're not going to make it
out of this alley." John had a way with people sometimes.
The hotel was a pay by the week dive where
hookers and drug dealers hung out. The desk clerk sold out
Spiderhead for twenty bucks and the continued use of his legs. John
walked up the four flights of stairs to get to the hotel room. John
stood outside room 4B with two Glock nine millimeter handguns drawn
and ready for action. He heard laughing from inside the room, so he
kicked the door open and saw Spiderhead laying on the bed with a
naked blonde on his left and a naked redhead on his right.
Spiderhead charged at John slamming him against a wall. The hookers
were yelling at John. "Die you fuck'n cop." The redheaded hooker
grabbed a lamp and tried to hit John with it as Spiderhead climbed
out of the window onto the fire escape. John put his big knuckle
dragger palm on her face and pushed her back onto the bed with the
other hooker. "Stay!" John pointed at the bed, he did not have time
to play with them. He climbed out onto the fire escape and headed
up to the roof of the building.
Spiderhead was barefoot and in boxer shorts,
but he was not letting that slow him down. He was fast and now he
was running for his life along the rooftops of buildings. John was
able to get close enough to shoot at him, he let out a shrieking
scream after John shot him in the leg. John was not going to let
him die yet, he wanted to talk to him first. Spiderhead fell onto a
small ledge, yelling in pain. John stood there for a second looking
at him. "It hurts doesn't it?" John was enjoying the moment. "Fuck
you cop!" John almost giggled at the thought. "Your in luck, I'm
not a cop anymore." Spiderhead realized that John was going to kill
him and he tried to crawl away, but there was nowhere to go, he was
stuck on that ledge. "What the fuck is your name anyway? I've been
chasing you so long and I never knew your real name." John checked
the bullets in his guns, while Spider yelled "Screw you cop!" He
was in agony from the gunshot to his leg, but it was nothing
compared to the fear of what John was going to do to him. "It
doesn't matter anyway." John jumped down to the ledge and stepped
on Spider's leg. He screamed in pain even louder than before. "My
partner's name was Tommy James." John put the barrels of both guns
to Spider's head and pulled the