The taste of 

blood

was tinny. He may have liked it had he not been in the current situation. Across from the table was the man with the good taste in suits. He may as well have had a pistol pointed at him. That's the situation he was in now. An offer he couldn't refuse. But the man with the good taste in suits had too refined of 

tastes

to use a tool like that.

No. He had finesse. Instead he was smiling at the fat man who had just bit the side of his mouth. He hated when he did that. He often did this when he was eating something that was a little too delicious. Cherry pie it was this time. The blood of his mouth must be mixing with the red of the cherry filling.

But did he bit into his own flesh because the pie was tasty or because of what the man on the other end of the table had just said.

"Excuse me?"

"You are going to make Blue disappear."

"Disappear? But how? I thought he was gone long enough already?"

"This time. He will disappear for good."

"How?"

"I don't want to know about it. I just know you'll get it done."

Then the man with the good taste in suits left. The fat man was left there with half a pie left. Trying to convince himself to finish it.