I saw the guy, "Johnny", crappy name, walking out of some abandoned building. I was right across the block leaning against a building looking at my cellphone.
I saw out of the corner of my eye a limo pulling up and johnny getting in.
I called my other cell phone, it rang.
By the time I left I could hear the sirens ringing, and the firetrucks arriving. They were there to put out the smouldering wreck of a limousine, and without knowing it, the corpse of Johnny.
I picked up my backpack and started walking down the street back to my apartment.
I took the cell phone, it was nice, it worked just like I wanted, I took out the battery, ripped off the screen, the card, the chips, and even the screws and threw them. It was a nice cellphone I just killed..."shame"-I thought
I looked back, I even saw some news van, but I was too far away to see anything other than the van, the firetrucks, and the blaze.