‘Where have you been? I thought I would have heard from you before now.’ ‘I’m sitting across the street and down three doors from Bonnie’s rowhouse,’ Julius Trappatino said. ‘Does that mean she’s reverted to her original name?’ ‘It doesn’t mean anything. Bonnie or Olivia, does it really matter once she’s dead?’ ‘Is it time?’ ‘Not yet. I need to know more about her habits and patterns first.’ ‘Don’t dawdle. The cops are looking at me now. I need this over,’ she said. ‘Dawdle? You think I dawdle?’ ‘Bad choice of word.’ ‘No kidding. My price just went up.’ ‘You can’t do that.’ ‘Oh, yes I can. If you want the job done, I can.’ ‘Whatever. I told you cost was not an issue. But we did have an agreement.’ ‘Yes. And you violated our unwritten contract. Respect at all times.’ ‘What contract?’ ‘See, the benefit of my contract being unwritten is that I can say it contains whatever I want it to contain.
