Deadly Intentions
Plans and Intentions
The evening was cold and harsh as the brutal wind whipped my cheeks. I stood and watched as he pulled up in his flashy car, far too conspicuous for the seedy little motel. I leaned back against the wall, taking a final drag of the cigarette. It was time.
I made my way into the room, not a trace of what was in store. As far as he was concerned this was just another rendezvous.
I could do it now or I could do it later, in the sweet ecstasy of a high. He would be much more vulnerable then. My experience told me that later was better. Besides why not have some fun of my own first?
As he lay there, a smile stretched across his face I prepared myself. Every detail meticulously planned.
I lay back down on the bed next to him. The poor bastard had no idea.
“I think I may have found a solution to your wife problem”
“What, you found a hitman?”
I smiled and he understood its meaning.
“You? Who’d hire a female hitman?”
“Your wife”
I made my way into the room, not a trace of what was in store. As far as he was concerned this was just another rendezvous.
I could do it now or I could do it later, in the sweet ecstasy of a high. He would be much more vulnerable then. My experience told me that later was better. Besides why not have some fun of my own first?
As he lay there, a smile stretched across his face I prepared myself. Every detail meticulously planned.
I lay back down on the bed next to him. The poor bastard had no idea.
“I think I may have found a solution to your wife problem”
“What, you found a hitman?”
I smiled and he understood its meaning.
“You? Who’d hire a female hitman?”
“Your wife”