“Ten thousand, right?” The woman asked as she and the darkly dressed man stared at her husband’s body below them.
“Twenty.” The hitman replied calmly.
“What? We never discussed-“ the woman choked out a yelp as the muffled click of the gun went off twice. Eyes frozen wide, blood pooled beneath her once she collapsed.
The hitman took a step back as one body groaned. The man stood, spitting fake blood on his wife’s lifeless body.
“I threw in a tip for ya.” The man handed the twenty-five thousand wad of cash to the hitman as both men chuckled.
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Katherine Bodger
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