“Ew. Let me hurry up and get home then. But my question… I’d like to know if I could be there. I want to stand over them as I watch them bleed to death,” I said flatly. “Sure, I can make that happen. It’ll go down next Friday.” “Okay, here’s the deposit,” I said while handing over the cash. “Thanks. Aren’t you that woman from that show?” He asked as he squinted his eyes to see me better underneath the dim light. “Um… yeah. Logan Medford,” I lied. “Cool. Well, Logan Medford, you’re under arrest for solicitation of murder for hire,” Lucky said.
