"Are you wearing a wire?" Yates knew they'd send in somebody to see if he would talk. He hadn't thought it would be his ex-wife.
"When did you get a sense of humor?," she replied. "The last thing a blackmailer wants is for the blackmailee to be sent up the river."
"At least you were always honest." Yates could actually talk now without inducing painful spasms.
"God, is that what you think?"
"What exactly are you doing here?" Yates was losing patience. He had a limited tolerance for her at the best of times.
"A payment's coming due and I want to know how you're going to handle it."
"Don't know that I can. Might be awhile before I get out of here."
"Swear to God, Yates, if I don't get what's coming to me the pain you're feeling now won't begin to compare to what I inflict on you."
"You been reading the Bible?" She used to be a devout church-goer before she turned to sex and money.
"As a matter of fact, I have. Got a problem with that?"
"Not me," he told her.
"I got to the hotel room before he did and there was nothing else to read."
"Whatever gets you hot," Yates muttered.
"I want my money. You'd better give it to me."
"I'm guessing we're all gonna get what's coming to us, so why not you?"
On that note, she left without saying goodbye.
"When did you get a sense of humor?," she replied. "The last thing a blackmailer wants is for the blackmailee to be sent up the river."
"At least you were always honest." Yates could actually talk now without inducing painful spasms.
"God, is that what you think?"
"What exactly are you doing here?" Yates was losing patience. He had a limited tolerance for her at the best of times.
"A payment's coming due and I want to know how you're going to handle it."
"Don't know that I can. Might be awhile before I get out of here."
"Swear to God, Yates, if I don't get what's coming to me the pain you're feeling now won't begin to compare to what I inflict on you."
"You been reading the Bible?" She used to be a devout church-goer before she turned to sex and money.
"As a matter of fact, I have. Got a problem with that?"
"Not me," he told her.
"I got to the hotel room before he did and there was nothing else to read."
"Whatever gets you hot," Yates muttered.
"I want my money. You'd better give it to me."
"I'm guessing we're all gonna get what's coming to us, so why not you?"
On that note, she left without saying goodbye.
More to follow...
Copyright 2009 Stephen Mitchell
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