Who Cares...

   He strolled out of the terminal like a person who has achieved everything in life.  He was dressed in fifteen-hundred-dollar crocodile leather boots, and a new Stetson hat sat deftly on his pale, bald head. A stuffed wallet bulged out of his jacket, which fit narrowly to his sporty figure. It appeared from his dejected look that in this city he did not know anyone, and hoped to meet no one...
His own mother would not have recognized him in this outfit: a bald man without a mustache wearing dark glasses.
   - Boss, where to?
   Tight, short Chicano looked sufficiently gangsta. And those eyes...
   - Know this joint? – he stuck a piece of paper in the Latino's face
   - Not so close, boss.
   - Who cares...
   Lounging in the back seat, he took his cell phone and started texting. First, as expected, he described in the most minute detail a report of the car and the  driver. Then, referring to the name of the hotel, he began by relating the route in detail. The driver was clearly taking him to the wrong place
   - Well, the neighborhood!  Is the whole city like that, or are you using a short cut?
   - The shortest, Sir, - sneered the cabbie.
   - What the snoots! What a Zoo!
   Continuing to text the route, he smiled, imagining how they're going nuts, realizing that he was being taken to the area of warehouses and vacant lots.
   – Are you from Texas, Boss?
   - Why, is it obvious?
   - Noticeable.
   - Who cares
   - Nobody.
   By the way the driver's neck stiffened, he realized that there was not much time left. Without any further distraction, he had a moment to say goodbye to someone before a shot was fired.
   The police arrived late just a few minutes - three patrol cars blocked the street.
   The dumbfounded killer was still holding the dead  passenger's wallet, full of cut napkins.
   - Could have been on time, should have taken another route, - the policemen were leisurely conversing whilst packing the Latino into the car.
   - No,... he figured it all out.
   – Still, the Lieutenant did not want to croak in  hospital.
   - Would you?
   - Did you see? There was no money, he spent it all!
   - Wiseguy ... hey you, freak, well, you get in - you killed a police lieutenant!
   - But I didn't know!
   - Who cares...

2014