Chapter 7 - The Confrontation
I let it ring three times before I answered.
"You psychotic bitch," David hissed, dropping the grieving husband act entirely. His voice was shaking with rage and terror. "Where are you?"
"I’m the one holding the cards, David," I said, keeping my voice icy and calm.
"You don't have a recording."
"Are you willing to bet your life on that? Because if the cops search your digital footprint, they'll find the emails. They'll find the debt. It's over."
Silence. I could hear his rapid breathing over the line.
"What do you want?" he finally whispered.
"I want you to suffer," I said softly. "But I'll settle for the money. Wire it."
"I can't. My assets are frozen because of the missing persons report," he lied. "Meet me. We can work this out. Just you and me. I can get cash."
He was desperate. He wanted to finish the job himself.
"Fine," I said. "Tonight. 11 PM. The old shipping yards down by the docks. Come alone."
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I hung up. Elias looked at me, loading a magazine into his sidearm. "You aren't actually going to meet him, are you?"
"No," I smiled, pulling up the hitman's email thread on the laptop. "But he is."
