It was gray and foggy in the late afternoon when Tripp had to meet him. He had never met Butch. All Tripp knew was that Butch was about a foot taller than he was, and Tripp was a little over 6 foot. Tripp guessed Butch would be easy to spot in a crowd.
He arrived at the clearing on time but didn’t see Butch. Tripp wasn’t going to wait around long, he had a expecting wife who could pop any minute. If it was up to him, he wouldn’t be meeting Butch at all. But times were hard, and he needed the money.
He promised Betsy, before they got married, he wouldn’t do anymore jobs for Carlos. Carlos might be a bit shady, but he rewarded loyalty and let Tipp out of the organization.
Butch came walking through the fog and stopped in front of Tripp. He pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Tripp.
“Here.” Butch held out a cell phone, “Call you wife.”
Tripp swallowed hard and too the phone, “What are you doing?”
Butch didn’t say a word.
Tripp begged for his life as he dilled Bety’s number. She answered on the second ring.
“Hi honey,” he managed to say softly.
“I’ll tell Carlos you said hi,” and the phone went dead.
“No,” he yelled, as Butch pulled the trigger.
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