Laura approached Jack. He was sitting now, his hands on his knees. She tapped him on the shoulder and he stood up. She wiped the blood off his face and shoes. He was in a daze now, his head spinning, filled with anger and hate.
Jack didn’t know the man who died, or the man who shot him. He hardly understood what it was over, but that didn’t matter. He head hung heavy with feelings of defeat. Laura grabbed his arm and they left the club together. Police were massing outside but they slipped through the yellow tape unnoticed. With his ears ringing Jack unclenched his fist, and relaxed his jaw.
Let it go tonight Jack
He wanted to, but he couldn’t.
I could have done more

The club was all but empty now. The dead man’s body remained, now identified as Ted Kimky he was 28 years old and resided only a few miles away from the club. Blood flooded the marble of the dance floor, pooling in one specific location.
“Hey Greg, check this out, there’s a dent in the floor, it looks like a fist.”
“That’s impossible.”