Canal Street

The meeting Joe had went terribly wrong.
He was standing on Canal St. waiting,
the wind had brought rain, it was cold..
He was meeting an informant,
hopefully gaining information to help Harrison,
Cara's father..
Joe and Harrison had been friends for 2 years,
they started together with the FBI in New Orleans..
He was in charge of Harrison's safety,
his go between.
Joe's cover was as a Bookie..
the man he was waiting on pulled up in an old light blue Mercedes,
"Hey Joe, get in"
Joe hesitated for a second, this was not the plan,
they were supposed to meet on the corner and walk..
"It's raining man, get in the car."
Joe had learned to trust his gut,
his gut said don't get in the car..
He glanced in the back seat and saw another man he didn't know..
"You go ahead, call me later." Joe backed away from the car..
in an instant the man in the back seat rolled down his window and fired..
Joe went sprawling backwards,
the buckshot made a red oval pattern across his chest..
The car sped away as Joe lay in a heap on the sidewalk..

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