Tool Time Noir
Hammer walked into the bar. Slid onto a bar stool & ordered a Screwdriver. The Screwdriver didn’t take kindly to being ordered around, but was on the timid side of the bar. He meekly twirled on the bar stool and slinked away, filing behind a sawed off guy with a bad complexion.
Hammer turned and looked at a guy with a mullet. His name was Malcolm, but they called him Mal for short.
“I’m looking for Velcro. I hear she’s been around recently.”
” Yeah, she left an hour ago. She was clinging to Big MacKenzie like he was Scotch Tape.”
That was wrench in his plans. Hammer’s face stayed smooth as steel, but he winced as nails danced on the chalkboard of his soul.
“She told me to give you this note.”
Mal passed it to him. Reading it, his eyes scanned it like sandpaper, ” Kiss Me Deadly. 4:00 p.m. .”
‘Time for the Big Show’, he thought as he stuffed the note in his pocket. It won’t be easy, but at least he won’t fall asleep.