She waited for him in the empty restaurant. He came. Dead on time and stood looking down at her.
“How do you know my offer still stands?”
“I don’t. But I had hope.”
“It still stands. Fifty thousand dollars for twenty-four hours of your life. Starting now.”
He took something out of his pocket. It was a dog collar. He buckled it around her throat and clipped on the leash that went with it.
“Two paces behind me.”
The next morning her husband had the wherewithal to pay his most pressing creditors. But he never saw his wife again.