The House On Torquent Street (11/17)

"Who do you want dispatched?" the garbled, disembodied voice asked.

"My husband. I need it to be as soon as possible."

"Do you know the price?"

"Yes. 50 thousand?"

"In monetary value, yes. Are you prepared for the mental and physical toll your actions may extract?"

Linda chuckled, "What are you? A psychologist? Do you want the job or not?"

More silence.

"Are you there?" Linda asked after what seemed like an eternity.

"The contract is accepted. Half the money up front, half upon completion of the job."

"How do I know you'll do the job?"

"It will be done."