Jilly arrived at their meeting point. Cayne was already there, waiting for his angel of death. He was facing another way when she arrived and didn’t notice her at first, but he could hear her heels stepping on the cement ground. Her particular sound of heels was something that stuck in his head, something he couldn't forget.
“It’s not about the money, is it?” He spoke, still looking away.
“There is no payment made in here,” Jilly replied, confirming his guess. She didn’t even bring anything but herself and the gun hiding underneath her top.
Slowly, he turned around and faced her. He didn’t look good and was quite pale than the last time she saw him. He nodded his head to her in a way of telling her that whatever her decision was, he was ready to face it.
“You shouldn’t have stepped up,
