The proposition had been made. Proof of the means the man standing before him had to carry out his part of the deal had been given.
Morris was satisfied. He was resigned to the fact that it had come to this; the only way he could provide for his family.
£2 million in cash to his wife, in exchange for his death. Something to do with the man ‘wanting to know what killing felt like.’ Morris nodded.
The man put on thick gloves, an apron and face-mask. Clearing his throat, he picked up the axe. Morris closed his eyes.