A tense whisper echoed in the dimly lit alley, "We need to get out of here now!"

The voice startled Zander and he accidentally kicked an empty bottle. He'd come here alone. He turned to face the voice and was annoyed to see his "friend". Zander's face contorted into a sneer. Judas had once been his closest friend, but then he had become involved with the wrong people. Monsters, the lot of them. "I'm not leaving here without evidence of that murder. The answers are here! I just know it." He practically shouted. He shuddered as he thought of the other night. The silenced screams of his wife. The blood splattered on the walls. Her final breath. He needed to know who had done it. The door slowly creaked open, bringing him back into the present and he started moving towards it, his gun drawn. "Zander, it was me." He snapped his neck towards his old friend. Judas looked borderline ashamed, although not enough. A furious scream was torn from Zander's throat. "How could you?" He unlatched the safety of his gun and aimed it at the traitor's head. "Explain and I might let you off with just a shot to the leg." His voice was cold.

"I was hired to do it; I swear that I had no idea it was her. It was dark and I just wanted to be over and done with it." Zander's breaths came faster and faster. His hands trembled and he dropped his gun. He fell to the ground, picked up his gun and tried to breathe. Judas made his move and tried to run, but Zander was quicker. Judas fell to the floor, lifeless. Zander sat in that alley for a long time. Grieving and broken.