“It’s all going to be fine,” you like to say. “Don’t worry so much,” you told me last night. But it isn’t fine, and I am worried.
If someone finds out about her, we’re goners. Not to mention the fact that we have children. What if they find her? What if she finds them? I learned the hard way, taking in strangers never leads anywhere good.
In this case, it’s even worse. Eventually people will start asking questions. Lies tend not to stay lies forever. Tell enough of them and eventually it catches up with you. But you know who can’t tell lies? Dead people, that’s who.
Speaking of dead people, when a hitman disappears not many people question it. It’s sort of par for the course in this line of work. When the s**t hits the fan, you have to cut and run, you have to become someone new, somewh
