Nothing Less of Evil

"Sure, I can do that, but you know they'll want to talk to you, and I'll have to tell them where I found you."

"I guess you're right." She walked over to her purse.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Cigarettes," she said. She pulled out a pack, put one in her mouth, and began to fish inside for her light, but instead of matches she pulled out a gun and pointed it at Steve Brown.

"Easy," he said to her.

"Shut up. Listen tough guy, I don't want the money or that stupid book. I don't want a husband who beats up on me. All I want is a life of my own. So here's how it's going to go. I'm going to leave this room, and I'm going to disappear."





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