TAMMY.
I stare at his face, trying to see if I would get a favorable disposition.
No dice.
His face is hard and inscrutable, just like the day he had rejected Catherine.
And it hurts. Who would have thought that one day, he would also look at me like that?
Not me for sure.
"That is my phone," I say as I slowly walk to him. "Can I have it back?" I ask, my hand outstretched.
"Of course," he says as he walks deeper into the room. "Just as soon as you answer some questions for me."
"Okay, what questions?"
"Just one. This package of yours, who is she?"
"Wha-what? I don't understand."
'You don't? Here let me read some to jog your memory. Send proof. She is not dead yet. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? Payment. How was that? Did that help?"
"Vance, I can explain. I ca-"
THWACK!
The slap
