It was as far as I was willing to go, my morals wouldn’t let me go any farther. When I signed the contract a year ago, I had no other choice. Flat broke and living on the street. It’s a wonder I didn’t freeze to death.
I knew I’d be dealing with shady people, but murder? I just couldn’t bring myself to stoop that low. Of all the horrible things I had to do, that one was still below my standers.
I sat in the car they had given me contemplating how to get out of the assignment. Telling them I wasn’t going to carry it out was out of the question. I’ve heard horror stories about clients who said they wanted out. Most of them are no longer breathing. Or if they are, they’re missing body parts.
I turned off my cell phone, took in apart and smashed the parts into pieces. Crossing the border into Canada, hoping not to be found.