No time for tears

Three shots, three bullets, short and dry like the crack of a whip and neatly next to each other, between the fifth and sixth ribs, right where the heart should be. His chest cracked open, blood splattered everywhere and a hellish pain hummed through his body. The phone rang. 'Hello? Hello?' Panting and sighing on the other end of the line. 'Wrong number,' said the inspector. 'Coffee for the men?' asked Flora. 'Coffee and a biscuit!' replied Tony Bambino. 'A biscuit from your panties,' said Vindevogel. 'Dirty sweeties!' laughed Flora. In the darkened aquarium of the Zoo an unknown corpse was being torn to pieces by piranhas. WE EAT AT 3 O'CLOCK SHARP, flashed in red neon letters above the pool. They were waiting for him under a broken street lamp. They wore green bathing caps, with holes for eyes and nose and mouth. WHÀMMM! The first blow came unexpectedly, in his stomach, and without pain. The commissioner doubled over and sank to his knees, retching.