"I have this app that tracks her phone. Who she calls, texts, takes photos of, searches, all of it. I'm downloading it onto your phones. When she's gone again, there'll be an investigation of some sort, probably. I can't be tied to this."
"Why us?" Swayze asked as she took his and put the app on it.
She looked up at us. "Because I know you want her gone too."
The room filled with heavy silence as we thought back to Dennis, our dead friend.
"What are you expecting us to do?" I asked. She'd been entirely too vague. "Get her to run away again?"
"We need to make sure she will never come back," she reiterated. Marisol took my phone again and was clicking wildly, setting everything into motion. "This records her phone calls too. She's never had a cell phone, so my uncle ran out and got her one last night."
"The only way you can guarantee she won't come back is if she's dead," Swayze said.
Marisol looked up, her face completely devoid of emotion. "I know."
"You're fucking insane," I snarled. "I'm not going to murder someone for ten grand."
"Fine. Make it a hundred. It doesn't matter to me. Once she's gone, I'll be a millionaire."
"You're fucking psychotic," Swayze snarled. "I don't want her here either, but I'm not going to kill a total stranger."
"So then get to know her." She shrugged. "You guys are good with that, aren't you? Swayze, I know you are." She snickered.
I rolled my eyes. This wasn't the first time she'd tried using their one-night stand they had as teenagers as leverage.
Swayze and I looked at each other. Were we doing this?
"We're not killing anyone." I decided. "We can be dicks to get her to leave, but that's it."
She handed us our phones and pulled out her own. "We'll see. You use PayPal?"
I began to pace, trying to think about this from every angle. If she ended up dead, it would be traced to us. Marisol would throw us under the bus faster than we could run.
"No online traces. That's stupid. The trace will be too obvious."
"Really? But ten grand in bills won't be?" She put her hand on her hip. "I'm taking it from the accident account. If anyone asks, you demanded more money from your eye and kidney, and we decided it was easier than being sued."
My cheek twitched. I stared at her with the one eye I had left. What was I missing here? Her plan made sense. Both Swayze and I had every reason to ask for more money from them.
“You know, since I lost my eye I’ve become one hell of a shot.” I warned. She smiled brightly, ignoring the threat.
“That’s great. Use that aim on my sister.”
I huffed.
"Ten to start. Twenty when she leaves." I took my phone back and scrolled through the new app before looking back at her. I couldn't believe I was saying this, but that money could change lives. "And five hundred if she dies."
"Each," Swayze added, looking at me with caution. Were we really doing this?
Marisol grinned and held out her hand.
“Best million dollars I’ve ever spent.”
Rule 8 - Koi
Pick your battles.
"We're not really gonna kill her." Swayze stared at his screen, scrolling through the app Marisol had just put on both our phones. "We don't even know her."
