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as they left a pizzeria the night before. Two attempts on their life since they’d been in Rome wasn’t coincidence.
     
    It was his idea to leave the hotel two days early. He had to get her out of there. His assailants had found them.
     
    “You’re right. The accident has affected me.”
     
    They reached their gate as the attendants prepared for boarding.
     
    Rosina chose a seat in the lounge by the large windows so she could look at the planes. After Darwin sat, she said, “You have to remember it was deemed an accident after the re-constructionists did their magic. Besides, that guy was a criminal. You did the world a favor by running into him. Not just that, he fired a bullet at you. He could’ve killed you.”
     
    Her voice had raised a little. Two women across the row of seats looked up at them.
     
    “Keep your voice down,” Darwin said.
     
    “Okay, I know, I’m sorry.”
     
    “Sure, it was ruled an accident, but do you ever wonder, even if I’d aimed at that guy with the intent to kill him that it would’ve been classified an accident anyway?”
     
    She frowned. “Why would you say something like that?”
     
    “That man at the airport hangar in Toronto killed a lot of people. There were bodies littered all over that hangar. He was part of a group that did a lot of killing. When the cops saw that I’d mangled the guy with my Ford, they patted me on the shoulder, said I did a good thing and that’d I’d be taken care of. Well, I got taken care of all right. I got notoriety. My name was printed in the papers all over the world.” He lifted his hands to portray a marquee. “Darwin Athios Kostas, average Canadian guy, writer of novels, mafia killer.”
     
    “Well, the notoriety sure helped sales of your books, didn’t it? The guy’s dead. He can’t come after you.”
     
    But the family he was connected to can, he almost said out loud.
     
    Instead he nodded. “I know, you’re right. Also, I got those bikers to deal with.”
     
    “Has anything new happened with them?”
     
    “Ever since I did that part in my novel, The Biker , about their Port Dover adventures and Ride For Sight, and how bad I portrayed them, they’ve been out for blood. Richard H., at least what they call him, has contacted me three different times. You remember when we were having dinner at Red Lobster?”
     
    Rosina nodded her head.
     
    “He told me to take that stuff out of the book, or else. I said that I couldn’t because it was already selling on Amazon. It was too late. It was out there. And you remember what he said next.”
     
    Rosina patted his leg. “I know, but they aren’t going to hurt you. If they were, they’d have done it already.”
     
    “He said that I had to make good. This guy is scary. I mean, that’s fucked up.”
     
    “I know.” Rosina started as the attendant announced the flight to Athens would commence boarding people with disabilities and children first.
     
    “No one is celebrating a man’s death,” she said. “Just don’t let it kill you.”
     
    I’m trying. Oh, how I’m trying. If you only knew.
     
    “Look honey, I have to go to the bathroom. Will you wait here?”
     
    “But, Darwin, they’re already boarding. Can’t it wait? Use the one on the plane.”
     
    Darwin shook his head. “No, I hate how small and confined those toilets are. If I wait much longer I’ll piss in my shorts anyway. Boarding takes time too. I’ll be back in less than five.”
     
    “Okay, but hurry,” she said.
     
    Darwin got up and turned away, walked three steps, stopped and turned back. “I almost forgot. I’ve got something for you.”
     
    “Can’t it wait? Go to the bathroom.”
     
    “In light of what we just talked about, I’d like to give it to you now.”
     
    The attendant announced the boarding of the back half of the plane.
     
    “You’re running out of time.”
     
    “I have at least ten minutes and I only need three,” he said as he pulled a white envelope