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Sam packed her bags, moves into the joining room. She knew that the five hundred dollars was the kiss of death. She had been around Steve long enough to know that when he felt he was betrayed by anyone he would give them five hundred dollars called “Dinero De La Muerte,” death money, loosely translated. She knew it would be just a matter of time before he sent his heavies to kill her. She waits and listens. An hour goes by when she hears someone knocking on the other door. “Sammy, Steve sent me to see you.” He knocks again. She walks over to her door and peek out and sees two men standing in the hall waiting for her to open the door. “Just kick it down,” one man says. “No, remember Steve said discreetly,” the man nods his head in agreement. The man notices the housekeeper. “Excuse me Miss., I left my room key and car keys in the room could you please open it for me?” The housekeeper looks at the two men, surmising that they were okay, reach into her smock pocket for the pass key, as soon as she turn the key Sam grab her bag and walk out of her joining room as they walk into the other room. She heads for the back stairs. She quickly walks around the corner of the hotel and shouted for a taxi. She tells the driver to drive around until she say stop. Frighten and alone she had to think of what to do. Steve was her only friend and now he wants her dead. A call is made from the hotel to Steve. “Hello,” the voice answers. “She’s gone boss.”
“What do you mean she’s gone? Did you check the a joining room?” “A joining room? Ah, no sir. You said she was smart, she figured it out.” “Yeah, yeah, come on back here, we’ll get her, she has no where to go.” After what seem like an eternity she finally tells the driver to stop. She got out of the taxi and stands there in the middle of the street, for a moment, like a lost child. A car horn wakes her out of her trance. Feeling numb all over she manages to walk across the street to a near by park. She finds an empty bench and sits down. She watches the children play, the squirrels chase one another up and down the trees. Then she watches the changing of the traffic lights. And she thinks to herself, “They will change if I’m here or not. What can I do? I can’t hide or run. He’ll find me no matter where I go. Oh, God, he’s really going to kill me. No, I won’t give him the satisfaction.” She picks her bag up and places it on her lap, looking around to make sure no one is watching she pulls out a gun and places it underneath the bag.
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