“Took you long enough. Nice shower?”
“Yeah, not bad. He should be here any time now?”
“Yes, he should. I’d better put this gun out of sight.”
“You should keep it on you, just in case anything goes wrong.”
Sara nodded and put the gun in the waistband of her trousers like she’d seen in the movies. He smiled at her. She went to the window and looked out.
“No sign of him. I wonder where he is.”
“He’ll be here. So I should go hide now?”
“Yeah, I guess you’d better. Just go in the bedroom.”
“You’re sure you can do this? Are you going to shoot him as soon as he comes in?”
“I can handle this. Don’t worry about it, just come out when you hear the shot.”
“And then we’ll get rid of the body?”
“Jesus Christ, how many times have we been over this?”
She saw his hurt look. “I’m sorry. I’m just on edge. I want this over with so we can have the life we want, you know?”
He smiled in spite of himself. What a bitch. Boy was she going to be surprised. He heard stirring in the bathroom.
“Okay, I’ll be in the bedroom.”
He hurried to the bedroom as he saw the bathroom door handle turn. It was all on. He put his ear to the door.
“Oh my god! What are you doing in the house?”
“What? I don’t know what happened…no wait it’s me! No!”
Two shots rang out in quick succession. He ran out of the bedroom and down the hall. She was standing over the body, her eyes wide, her hands trembling. He had to force himself to speak.
“Damn, you did it.”
“He was in the house! He came out of the bathroom. He must have found out somehow. It was an ambush. Oh my god…is he dead?”
Steve reached down and checked for a pulse on his neck. “Yeah, he’s dead. What do you mean he came out of the bathroom?”
“What I said, he was in the house. He must have broken in. Does he have a gun?”
“No, no weapon. This is weird.”
“But…he was in the house. We could say it was self defence.”
“What? No, he doesn’t have a weapon.”
“Oh. Right.” She collapsed on the couch and dropped the gun on the floor.
“Look, we have to get rid of the body. I’ll go get the tarp. It’s in the car?”
“Um…yeah, in the car…”
“I’ll be right back.”
He walked outside and took a deep breath of the night air. It was over at last. He headed down the stairs and onto the street. He got to his car and drove off into the night, smiling all the way home.
Three days later he was at his favourite café, his breakfast in front of him. He took a bite of his eggs and opened the morning paper. There at the bottom of the front page was a picture of Sara along side a story saying she had been arrested for murder. He read it through twice and put it down with a smile.
Of course she couldn’t tell the police about him; that would have made it premeditated murder. A more serious crime than what she was charged with. The police were assuming she’d shot her boyfriend in anger. She couldn’t say a word about the plan, nor that it was her ex-husband she had wanted to kill.
He was free to go on with his life and soon his inheritance would come through. Life was good and getting better.