A man could be seen running through the streets. He was jumping over fences, hiding in bushes, walking amongst the crowds of people pretending to be an innocent bystander. The dogs were already locked onto his scent, so running was pretty much futile.

Jon exhaled the last puff of his cigarette and threw the butt end of it into the ashtray sitting beside him. He took his pocket watch out of his coat pocket, seen it was almost time to turn in and walked up to his front door. Suddenly, he heard a voice in the distance calling his name.

"Hey, Jon!" Out of breath, McRoy came to a slow and quickly walked to Jon. 

"Yo, what the fuck, man? Do you ever take a bath?" Jon asked making a sour face.

"My bad, bro. I've been trying to shake the boys almost all day, but they have the dogs after me now and I'm running out of options here. I had to hide in a pile of dirt with fresh manure in it, just to get a decent lead over them. No matter what I do they're going to catch me one day, if not today. I really need your help."

Jon, now looking more concerned and less disgusted asked McRoy what kind of help he needed. "What kind of shit did you get yourself into now? I'll definitely help you out, but I need to know what it is you did and what it is you need me to do."

"Well, I've been with you for almost a month now, holding units for you, pressuring drug dealers, sneaking you out of jail and all that, but this hasn't been my first rodeo. I've been doing these "side jobs" for years as a way to aide my finances because we all know Uncle Sam pays us Jackshit. I thought everything was going all good, I was planning to retire next month and take a nice long vacation to California but little did I know, the fucking FBI has been following me for almost 3 months now. They've finally got enough shit to smear all over my face in court." Explained McRoy.

McRoy has been on the force for almost 30 years, he has a beautiful wife, four kids and a dog named Fido. He started the corrupt business back in the late 20's. When he first started up as a CA, he had just found out he was having his third child so he needed some extra money. Helping the Mafia was a great way to make that extra money.

"So, you're pretty much screwed, huh? What do you expect me to do, man? You know once the FBI is on your tail, they're never gonna let up. The only way they'll stop chasing after you is death, pretty much." Jon said jokingly. Jon's face turned cold after McRoy said what he said next.

"That's exactly it, I need you to kill me."

Jon shook his head like he wanted no part of this stupid scheme.

"No way, you idiot. What about Barb? What about the kids? You have way too much to live for, you guys finally got your house in order. You have 100 acres of land, you have everything you could possibly need to retired. Suicide is the dumbest thing you could do. I'm not doing it."

"No! Not literally kill me, but I need you to kill me off, like fake my death. Tell everyone I ripped you off or something. It'll give you more streed cred and I'll be Scott free with a different name. I need you to fake my death to the tee, with my name in the Obits and everything. You can even write a couple of words in my Obits, to make it official"

Relieved that McRoy wasn't actually trying to commit suicide, he was happy to help. He knew exactly what to do.