The call came in on his office landline.
“Tony Blackwell? We want two million dollars in small bills, or your wife eats a bullet.”
Tony laughed. “She’s a whore. I don’t give a damn about her. Do you know how many times she’s cheated on me?”
“Hey, man, I’m sorry, but she’s still your wife. You must have some feelings for her.”
“Not at all,” Tony scoffed, and hung up the phone.
A few minutes later, the phone rang again.
“Mr. Blackwell, I repeat: we want two million dollars in small bills, or your wife dies. And don’t even think about calling the police.”
“Why would I call the police? I told you, I don’t care about the bitch.”
The voice on the other end became more insistent. “We’re not playing around, Tony. You either agree to fork over the money, or your wife dies. I don’t care how many men she’s screwed.”
“Screw her, and screw you!” Tony slammed down the receiver. What a jerk, he thought to himself. With his luck, it was probably just a hoax, anyways.
The phone rang again. Tony hesitated before picking it up.
“This is your last chance, Mr. Blackwell. You either agree to deliver the money, or we kill your wife right now.”
Tony had had enough of this extortion. “I worked too hard for my money to give it away to some crook. If you want my wife, you can have her.”
The silence on the other end of the phone was deafening. Then Tony heard it, the blast of a shotgun splitting the silence. With grim satisfaction, he hung up the phone.
Dawn Pisturino is a retired registered nurse in Arizona, USA whose publishing credits include poems, limericks, short stories, and articles. Please visit her at Dawn Pisturino’s Blog.
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