"What do you mean, get her face in frame? The whole face?"
"Yeah. The whole thing. They wanna see it land. They wanna watch her figure out what's happening."
"Tell me again. The price."
"Half on delivery. Other half on confirmation."
"Confirmation from who?"
The man in the chair grinned. "Buyer's anonymous. But the husband gets the first copy."
My ribs caved in on themselves.
The other man snickered. "Lucky bastard."
"Yeah, well, hurry up. Buyer wants this clean. No prints, no trail. The file routes through a self destruct account on both ends. He gets it, we get paid, everything ghosts."
The husband.
The husband.
I felt the word ricochet inside me, hitting walls I didn't know I had. Ronald. My Ronald. The man who had kissed my forehead this morning before he left for his sales
