Nine minutes pass six in the evening.
I had sat in the hallway drinking the cheap paper tasting coffee.
Waiting like a kid on Christmas to open up his gifts!

The lab report had finally came threw and the blood had belong to a young kid who ran with the skinheads.
He lived off the streets, the bugger would be hard to catch.
But I knew in my mind that kid wouldn’t dare touch the hospital, he had to find some where to get drugs to help him fix the little problem of his.

I had searched high and low for this little shit runner.
But it had all seemed like the kid was one step ahead of me and disappeared into thin air.

The clock had ticked by in the office it was close to eleven. A time where I could finally get out of here and rest my mind!

I was merely minutes away to check out time when I got the call about a kid who was shot and dumped in the river.

To none of my surprise it was the skinhead I was looking for.
Someone had taken care of another loose end.