by Ari Collins
"It's my wife, Donna. Can you... do her?" He asked me. “Money’s no object.”
"Because of the little shopgirl?"
He nodded. "Sometimes it takes a reason to go to help you see there's no reason to stay."
I hesitated, phone in hand. Hitman or police? See, I'd already "done" Donna, several times. She was good.
Friday, November 16, 2007
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