Bobby turned and saw the woman from the other night. There was something different about her though, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on . . . something . . . oh yeah, that’s it, must be the huge bruise on her cheek and swollen eye.
“God damn, what the hell happened to you?”
“Never mind, we need to talk.”
Bobby and the woman walk to a small table at the corner of the bar. He pulls out a chair so she can sit down. Strange, there is a candle burning in the middle of the table. Smells like lavender. Heavenly, it goes well with the stink of beer and piss.
“Have you thought about what we talked about the other night?”
Bobby shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
“Ahh, honestly, no, no I haven’t. I thought you were just fucking around. I was drunk, I didn’t think you were serious. Did you really think I was going to kill your husband?”
The woman drops her head, begins to shake, tears stream down her cheeks.
“Hold on. You were serious, weren’t you?”
“I need help. I can’t keep doing this . . . please, I don’t know who else to turn to . . . I don’t have anyone else . . . I tried to leave and he almost killed me.”
“Holy shit, you are serious.”
“I don’t have any other choice.”
Bobby let out a long sigh, took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair.
Putting his hat back on, “God damn. I need another drink. Be right back.”
The woman straightens up in her chair.
“I can get thirty thousand dollars.”
“Fuck. That’s a lot of money. But really, it’s not. Not for what you’re asking me to do.”
“It’s all I can get.”
“I suppose you have a plan?”