If she was willing to take care of the problem, I offered to arrange a meeting between her and my husband so she could work in peace. “Your husband already cut a deal with us, Conchita,” she said. “I’ll do you this favor because I loved your sister. You want him gone, or just shaken up?” I never aspired to hold power, only to sit beside it. But when someone offers it to you, the temptation is hard to resist. “I want him dead,” I told her. “You got it,” she said, then hung up.
holy crap
