“Your husband won’t pay…”
He glared at his bound and gagged captive before removing the ball gag.
The woman‘s voice was thin and rusty.
“I could have told you that. You just handed him a way to freedom without the expense of a divorce.”
“What do we do now?”
“Kill me?” the woman asked dully.
He studied his fingernails.
“If the price is right, we can do better than that.”
Less than a week later, Senator John Bloomington was gunned down in the street.
At his magnificent funeral a single veiled woman followed the coffin. She was smiling. Inside.