It was inevitable. All three of us realized it as soon as we found the documents. We hastened through the packed streets, sweating underneath our overalls in anticipation of what was about to happen.
Timmy was undoing the apartment locks when Sid pulled out his gun and promptly shot him in the head. He then turned towards me.
“Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead,” he said.
His brains spilled out before he could pull the trigger. Timmy had somehow managed a clean shot with his dying strength. I carefully gathered the briefcase and walked away from the unfolding pools of blood.
In murder, you do not stop for quotes.