[ IP ] Call it in .

As he approached across the gas station, Jimmy could n't see anyone in the car. The wind shield had bloomed into a web of a million tiny cracks spreading out from the bullet hole. 
 
 As he Walked around to the drivers door he wrenched on the handle. The body of the grey haired man collapsed onto the floor, his shirt and tie soaked in blood. Jimmy wrestled the dead weight upright against the car, spreading blood across the immaculate blue and white bodywork. The neat hole in his head told Jimmy that there was nothing that could be done to save him. 
 
 Jimmy looked in the back seat, the glove compartment and the trunk. All empty. 
 
 He turned and walked away, out of the midday sun and into the shade of the abandoned gas stations canopy. He pulled the phone from his jacket pocket and dialled the number for the chief. 
 
 `` I found him but the bank money is n't here.... Yeah he's dead.... Just wanted to call it in.... I got him first shot''
