|For representational purpose only|
"It's over. He's gone."
"Are you sure?"
"I was there."
"Where's the body?"
"Okay, baby, get to the airport. I'll be on the other side, I promise."
I picked up my bag and walked through the hall when the front door opened and two men, faces hidden behind kerchiefs, entered.
"Who...who are you?"
"Friends of your husband."
A single bullet sliced through the air.
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