Filleted by Dishonesty

a knock at the door..the peephole covered so he was forced to answer...presented with just the face of his accomplice, which he didn't recognize... it did look more like a crude papier-mâché mask than of a persons face...he was told to look in the gutter drain for the now faceless body... had it not been his accomplice... at the hands of the both of them, it would have been some other unsuspecting soul. His rage was apparent and I waited in the drivers seat to be stabbed and filleted by his hunting knife...red in the face, he couldn't fathom, nor could he stand that someone got one over on them. I could walk faster pushing a bike than those that rode one.... we waited to see how long it took for dishonesty to rear it's ugly head.