Jonathan finished up cleaning up around the pub. He let his staff go just prior to him closing the large heavy door and locking up. He double-checked the lock and settling the small bag of money in his arms, he realized the fog was really thick tonight. He shoved the bad into his large pocket with his hands.
“Hey Johnathan, want a lift home tonight? This fog is really thick and wet. You’ll be soaked before you get home.”
“It’s alright Paul. It’s only a few blocks and the walk will clear my head.”
“If you say so, man.” Paul didn’t leave right away thinking he might change his mind. He backed into the shadows in front of the pub and turned off his lights while the engine idled to keep him warm.
Johnathan pulled scarf and hat close and started to head up the walkway towards home. He wondered what Paul’s beef had been tonight. He saw him talking to a pretty young woman and that usually had Paul in a good mood, but Paul seemed off tonight.
Paul slowly pulled out and started to follow Jonathan. He needed to warn him that Allen was pissed about him dating Cathy, but something held him back. It was really none of his business.
He watched Jonathan turn the corner up ahead and he spun his car around and started to head home, but he found himself worried that Allen would try something. He hesitated and then turned around and headed to Johnathan’s place again.
He turned the corner and saw a man leaning on a lamp post. He briefly wondered why someone was hanging around on the street in this weather at such a late hour.
He drove towards Jonathan’s home and it was dark. He wasn’t home yet. Odd, it was only a short walk.
He waited in the driveway a few minutes and wondering where he was.
He started to give up when the man against the lamp post caught his attention again. He started to slump to the ground.
Paul jumped out and ran to him and caught him just before he hit the ground. Staring in astonishment Jonathan saw it was Paul and he was whispering something, “Allen got the money.” He passed out and Paul picked him up and carried him to the car. He could see the wound now, bleeding in the lights of the car.
He propped him on the car while he tried to get him in the seat. Just as he got him settled in, he felt a sharp stab to his back and when he turned around Allen stabbed him in his heart. He slid down the car to the ground.
Allen made sure Jonathan was dead and took off with the wad of money. In this fog, no one saw anything.
This story is for the Light and Shade Challenge.