Monday, April 4, 2011

Another day at the office...


“Oh.” Samantha closed the oversized bank bag just as quickly as she’d opened it.

Raymond turned from the bloody body splayed across the white sofa with its mouth agape and a stiffly wadded up hundred dollar bill protruding from its jugular. “What is it?”

Making a face, Samantha opened the bag again, and pulled something out, pinched between her gloved index finger and thumb. “A bag of toes.” She bit her lips together for a moment, contemplating the bag. “Eleven of them.” She looked in the bag. “And rest is quarters. Hundreds of them. Covered in coke. Or anthrax.”

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