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“I want this bitch dead, and the sooner she’s buried the better.”
     
     
     

Chapter 3
     
    The slight flicker of the ceiling light made Marion glance up. The fixture was no more than a bare bulb hanging on a worn-looking length of cable, and the rest of the dingy hotel room in which she was taking refuge wasn’t in much better condition. The mismatched furniture, peeling wallpaper and shabby carpet gave the place an unkempt, dirty appearance, but it was a haven from the danger she was facing and she was sure that no one could find her there. That gave her a crumb of comfort that she was safe for the night at least, although she knew she couldn’t remain there for long. The idea of staying in one place to make herself a sitting duck wasn’t one she could countenance, and she wasn’t about to wait for the Mob to close in and finish the job.
     
    The thought of Jake Fiori’s crazy, smiling expression and the blood-stained knife made her shudder and she didn’t want another close up view of them. How to go about avoiding him was the problem. For the past thirty minutes, she’d been considering her options and she kept returning to the idea of calling her boss. She wasn’t sure if he could do anything, but the obvious course of action of going to the police still seemed like a bad idea, and Harold’s name topped the list of the people she thought might be able to help.
     
    “You need to do something,” she finally urged herself.
     
    There was no phone in the room and she guessed using her own wasn’t a particularly wise move, so it meant leaving the safety of the room. That was difficult enough to do, but when the man on reception told her there was no public phone for guests, it meant leaving the hotel. He at least gave her directions to the nearest payphone, and Marion’s gaze darted nervously around as she made her way to it. The dark streets were quiet, which added to her anxiety, and her pulse was running fast when she got to the phone. She hurriedly picked up the handset and dropped some coins in the slot. Her hands were shaking, so she sucked in a few deep breaths to try and calm herself and then dialed her boss’s number.
     
    “Come on, fucking answer,” she let out in a hushed voice after five rings, and it was one more before the call was picked up.
     
    “Is that you, Harold?” she said straight away.
     
    “Marion?’ he asked.
     
    “Yes,” she replied.
     
    “Did you get the pictures needed for…”
     
    “I’m in trouble, Harold,” she cut in to stop his words.
     
    “What?” he exclaimed in a concerned voice. “What do you mean? What kind of trouble?”
     
    “I went to a few quieter locations to get the final photos I wanted and…”
     
    “Didn’t you listen to what I said when we parted?” he interrupted her.
     
    “I thought it would be OK,” she answered. “But…”
     
    “But it wasn’t,” Harold ended her sentence.
     
    “No, it wasn’t,” Marion admitted. “I saw something I shouldn’t have.”
     
    “Like what exactly?” he asked her.
     
    Marion hesitated for a second before the words finally tumbled out of her mouth in a rush.
     
    “I saw someone being killed, Harold. I even got pictures of it.”
     
    “For fuck’s sake,” he exploded. “I told you to be careful.”
     
    “I know, I know,” Marion went on. “It gets worse though.”
     
    “How the hell could it get any worse?”
     
    “The murder was committed by Jake Fiori and his thugs,” she admitted.
     
    There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds, as if Harold was stunned by the news. He let out a long, exasperated sigh before he finally stared speaking again.
     
    “Please tell me they didn’t see you.”
     
    It was Marion’s turn to sigh, although she knew that there was no choice but to tell the truth.
     
    “They did more than see me,” she confessed. “They caught me, but the dying man made a last ditch attempt at fighting and I got away when