We sit in stillness, both looking out ahead, both married to our thoughts. Stray from any part of it and you triple your chances of exposing yourself or getting yourself killed.” “If we did it tonight,” I say, sitting down on the end of the bed beside her, “we wouldn’t have made it out of there alive. I lay my shirt over the chair with my jacket and walk toward her, stepping out of my shoes on the way. “We should’ve done it when we had the chance,” she says.īreaking apart the buttons of my dress shirt, I glance over at her sitting there, staring off at the wall, and I wonder in what way she’s imagining she’s killing Hamburg.
I take off my jacket and tie, draping them over the back of a chair. “It’s only a matter of time before a hit is ordered on him too,” I say. But I know I’m the one who ultimately pulled the shroud from her eyes to make her see it. Sarai has the blood of a killer there’s no mistaking it anymore. I prepare myself for it, but when we walk into the room and she kicks off her heels, she stuns me when she says, “I want to kill him.” She sits down on the end of the bed and turns her head to look up at me, resolve at home in her eyes. There are a few more things that Sarai and I need to talk about and I fully expect the way I touched her in Hamburg’s suite to be among the first. It should’ve been me, right then, who put a stop to her having anything more to do with it. I came to terms with it the moment Sarai didn’t back out of the last chance I gave her. I am fully aware of my own actions and how inexcusable they are.
She didn’t die, but I feel like another part of her did. Mostly I think about Sarai and what she went through with me. I don’t think much at all about Arthur and Mary Hamburg or what went down tonight. I walk with her to the elevator and up to our room on the top floor. I hit the alarm on the key ring twice and the car beeps, echoing loudly through the parking garage. “Or me,” she says and looks at me hopelessly. But that’s not to say he won’t devise some kind of plan to take revenge on me in some way that he believes he can’t be linked to it.” She places her fingers into mine and I help her out of the car.Īfter shutting the door I add, “Hamburg has far too much to lose.
He would’ve done it before we left if that was the case.” I reach out my hand to her. I open my door and get out and then move around to her side, opening hers. “Do you think they’ll come after us?” she asks. Ready to die, but afraid to do it themselves.” There are many people like that out there, Sarai. “You would if you couldn’t bring yourself to take your own life. “If it was me, I wouldn’t go through all the trouble.” “She should’ve just killed herself,” Sarai says.
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