Chino was sitting on a park bench, listening to Carl tell his life story. The old man had taught high school sociology for thirty years. Had a couple kids who didn"t speak to him. One even changed her last name to the name of her stepfather. His wife, his second, had been dust in the ground for a couple decades, and now Carl had been diagnosed with brain cancer. It was a s**t life to be sure, and Chino didn"t blame the guy for wanting to end it.
Carl looked at him. “Let"s talk about the price.”
“Nothin" to talk about,” said Chino. “I told you. Sixty thousand, not a penny less.”
Carl nodded, looking pained. Chino didn"t know if it was the price or the cancer. “I got it,” said Carl.
“We good then?”
“Fine,” he said. “Sixty grand.”
“I"m gonna need the money upfront. Obviously I don"t do
