Utterly Mad

There was no redemption for him, not after what he did. That didn't stop him from running, the pistol still smoking in his hand as he ducked into an alley. He knew what was going to happen, he just hoped he'd have a little time before it happened.
--2 days later--
He had managed to lay low for a couple of days at a friends house, one who thankfully didn't know what he had done. He was alone in the house while his friend was at work, so he looked at the pistol in his hand and thought about what he could do. Go to the police, but they'd throw him under the bus for what he did, or he could go back to his boss, but then he'd end up dead much faster.
He suddenly heard two car doors slam in the drive way and looked out the window to see two men in trench coats walk up to the door. Before he could react they kicked the door down and headed straight for him. He dropped the gun as the two walked over to him, tommy guns ready, and one of them knocked him unconscious with a stock strike.
--2 hours later--
He was pulled out of the back of the car and one of the two led him to the edge of a pit. He looked around to see a cement mixer waiting and several construction workers standing around, pretending not to notice the trio. As he reached the edge he was forced to his knees.
"Should'a known better Monty. Shouldn'ta killed a cop. Cop killers don't live long Monty, and you knew it."
Monty  sighed as he looked down at the pit. "You know if we don't do this then the cops'll come after the rest of us, and we can't have that Monty. If we get rid o' you then we're in the clear."
Monty looked over his should and said "Get it over with you two."
"Have it your way Monty." One of the two trench coats said, lifting his pistol. Monty's last memory was the sound of a gun shot.