Sample Sunday May 8

Secrets:I went to the bedroom got a backpack from the closet and threw in enough stuff for a couple of days. Jack and I couldn't stay here and, these days, even the crappiest hotels required ID and money. I lay on the floor, stomach down, parallel to my side of the bed, reached under my nightstand, and pressed a hidden release button. The decorative piece on the front popped out and I pulled open the hidden drawer. Of course Jack didn't know about this. I'd hoped I would never need it. I removed a bundle of cash, some fake ID's and credit cards, and a small black zippered case. There was also an untraceable gun, but why use it when I had the killers? I put everything back the way it was and returned to the kitchen.I could see he was in a different position then when I left him. And the knife was teetering on the edge of the counter. God, what a stupid mistake. I was out of practice. "Oh, so close. It must be killing you that you almost had that knife," I said, squatting down next to him."You got your information. Just give me the knife," he said."Why would I do that?" I asked smiling. "So you can come back and finish the job?" I wonder what his last thought was before I shot him between the eyes. 
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