Saturday, September 3, 2011
) “Do we?” He asked. I looked at him, then the clerk behind the counter. “Do people do that here” I asked him. He said “Yes, for drug money”. I looked at my husband again then the clerk. “No” I told them. We headed for the truck. I moved as close to the door as I could after shutting it. “What’s wrong with you?” He shouted at me. I didn’t say anything, just shook my head. He had asked me for money to kill his first wife.