Grafitti, by Speedo

Grafitti

by Speedo

Author's Notes: A Vic Mansfield snippet for the NickZone LJ Challenge

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I believe in two hundred dollar blow jobs and mink sheets.

Vic had been trying to make out the graffiti, but the handwriting was too stylized. He couldn't read it, which made him feel distinctly old. "You write this?"

The kid shook his head once.

They were looking for a serial killer. Standard pro gutter, nothing unusual. So far the guy'd only done females, and the rule was stick to the killers MO; *he* usually did. The kid was probably safe but maybe he knew something, had seen something. Which was why Vic had come along this way to begin with; to question everyone.

His partner was doing the same thing, just halfway down the block.

"I believe," Vic squinted, trying to see through the half gray dusk.

"black is the color of love."

Vic glanced over at the kid. "What?"

"I believe crime does pay. I believe resistance is futile."

Six prostitutes had been stabbed in two weeks, and Vic was worried about Ivy. She wasn't selling that piece yet. Now. She wasn't on the streets. But she was his responsibility. If he knew this half-assed manifesto by heart, the kid was obviously a regular.

"I believe in snow, but I prefer horse." The light shifted a little; eyes shone briefly green. The voice was rough and dry compared to that glint.

"If wishes were," Vic started, thinking about his application to transfer out of Vice.

The kid seemed to harden without moving a muscle. "Wishes are bullets and smack is smack. Whattaya want, cop?"

"You know anything about the murders?" Vic asked. Of course he didn't, he hadn't seen anything, he was from out of town. Right off the bus. Yeah. "How old are you, anyway?"

He was granted a long look that reminded Vic of his girlfriend at work, only better. If responding to a come-on with a hard-on was the criteria. Which of course it was.

"How old do you want me to be?"

If he met those eyes any longer he'd be tempted. And he had to get back on the job. "Sorry," he said. "I don't have two hundred bucks."

The End

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