SOMETIMES, YOU GET EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANT

In a darkened apartment, barren of anything but an old, dusty couch, a cobweb across a cracked window, and a state-of-the-art laptop computer, a phone rang.

When answered, a voice said, “It’s done. She’s been arrested.”

“Has she been charged?”

“I don’t know. But she’s been in there for five hours now. They caught her red-handed trying to toss the murder weapon. She doesn’t have a chance in hell of getting out of this. She’s not that good a liar. And they know exactly who she is. I left nothing to the imagination.”

“Good. Make sure she’s charged, then come home.” A pause. “I miss you.”

“I know you do. I’ll see you soon enough.”

“Have you enjoyed yourself?”

A throaty, satisfied laugh. “You have no idea.”