Fiction Saturday — “Boxer” — Part Three
by John Kraft
“Now I know why tigers eat their young.” — Al Capone
Once the night faded away the streets were wet and the sky promised more. Terry Jarosz was at his Boss’s office at 8:30. He had slept on Gloria’s couch for a few hours using the three grand as a pillow. He dreamed that the money was his, but he knew it wasn’t and now he was at the office to turn it in and get his cut – five percent. The Boss was waiting for him.
“Did you get it all, Terry? Three grand?”
Terry nodded and emptied his pockets out onto the desk. The last two dollars was in quarters. “I got it all, Mr. Walker.”
“Good job, Terry.” He looked at the Boxer’s bandaged fists. “Jesus H. Christ, what happened to your hands? Was he hiding the money in a meat grinder?”
Terry looked at his bandages. They were feeling tight. He was swelling.
“No. He got physical with me, him and one of his boys. I’m OK. I’ll take it easy for a day or two and I’ll be OK.”
“I hope so. You look like you went twelve rounds with the Marines.”
“I’m OK, Mr. Walker. A hundred-fifty dollars?”
Walker peeled off a couple of wrinkled Fifties and the rest in Twenties and Sawbucks.
“Five percent of three thousand – a hundred-fifty dollars.” He threw in an extra Twenty. “A bonus – to cover the cost of your bandages, Terry. Take your girl out for a nice dinner.”
“OK. Thanks Mr. Walker. I’ll do that. I’ll be ready to go again in no time.”