There was a knock at the door, albeit an expected caller.
“You are on time. I hope you have kept your part of the bargain.”
“Or nothing, have you got the money?”
“Of course I have, a bargain is a bargain. Now that’s a nice photo, where did you get that. It could almost be us after the happy day when we made our vows to stay together for better or worse.”
“I like to dream sometimes and so I took it from Internet. There are tons of photos of happy couples watching the golden sun sink slowly in the West.”
“But it isn’t us is it?”
“In my dreams, but I prefer the money. It was part of the deal. I am the answer to all your dreams and the solution to all your problems you told me when you made the proposal.”
“You got half when we made the arrangement.”
“Yes, and you said I get the rest after we tie the band for life. We tied it for life, but as soon as I get the other half you can disappear from my life.”
“Ok, calm down. I am here aren’t I, ready to pay. It’s a lot of money in cash, but that’s how we wanted it, no traces, no clues, just a clean arrangement.”
Al Montana put his hand in the inside pocket of his jacket and Mavis Montana was glad. At last she would have enough money to pay her debts to the dealer who sold her the drug supplies. She reflected on the day she met Al in the backroom of a bar where she was snorting a row of cocaine, but had no money to pay and Al made the proposition and paid for the cocaine into the bargain. Being an unwanted immigrant, he decided life would be easier if he had the right passport. Mavis did not mind. She wanted no faithful husband with kids and everything, she just needed the money and Al was ready to pay for a marriage certificate and all the trimmings. He wanted to stay in this tax paradise and being a citizen would be so easy.
Mavis greedy eyes saw the bundle he took from his pocket, wrapped in a cloth.
“You didn’t have to wrap it so nicely, money is money whether in a parcel or not.”
Al unwrapped his parcel, produced a vest pocket colt and pumped a bullet into Mavis. She fell, but still breathing. Afterwards he searched her apartment for the downpayment, which he found. The framed photo of the loving couple on the beach fell to the ground and the glass broke, almost an omen, Al thought.
“Yes it would have been nice, but Al does no do nice, he does business and this was a good business” he thought as he put the gun into Mavis hand and shot another bullet in her head with her hand just to finish the job as she was still breathing. Just another case of a drug addict suicide that didn’t work with the first bullet.