Chapter 1:
She walks into a gas station restroom. She pulls out a key attached to a string. She ties the string to her teeth, yeah. She swallows the key uncomfortably. And I’ve been following her for two weeks in Geneva, just to get the key. I hope she hasn’t spotted me. And I’ve been trailing her, via hitch from a trucker who was talky and greedy. (He cost me 80 Euros) We follow a fancy black limo to the airport outside of Geneva. We pull up to terminal C, I give the driver an extra sixty to forget about me.
It’s kinda hard to say when this all began. She and I were mercenaries in Japan, we both we so young. We both fell in love. Five years later we were getting to retire, saving money from the hits we did together. We were high profile killers, no bullshit.
So we moved to Spain, we both changed our names. Settled down, got out of the game. And I still hear her voice, I still smell her hair. Damn it these dreams when she comes back to me.
I can’t believe my luck, the only person I could trust. You know killing is tough, when you first fall in love. Yeah she two timed me, yeah she stole the key with all my money to some bank across the sea.
She books a flight to Toronto tonight. I’m headed to some lock smith in Michigan, you know I coulda just killed her; but she’s not that kind of girl.
Sometimes! I really just wish she was.
I pray to god to strike me dead. That girl is evil. So damn evil.
Chapter 2:
I pack my bags.
Yeah.
I call a cab.
Yeah.
I call Nigel, then I start to laugh
Oh.
I would’ve know Michigan is just as cold. The plane took off and there I was a car drove up. I had a new plan, yeah, one that would save my key and spare her life so I could tell her,
“How my dear did we adhere? Stinging clear like my breath oh my breath oh my, riddled in tears and shaking with fear. I am stuck to this debt for the rest of this mess of my life.”
So I pulled up to the Hilton in Detroit. I checked into room four-two-zero. I ordered a sirloin au chateau. I phoned Nigel the locksmith my hero. Now I-I-I told him what I want, and he gave me a solution.
“Now my main man you need a camera, with some super tight resolution like.”
“How my friend will this said end? Bring you so clear so clear so clear goddamn.”
“Pretend it’s done and don’t give a fuck. Oh you’re stuck to this debt for the rest of your life.”
I can’t believe my luck, the only person I could trust.
I call Four Seasons in Toronto, the only place my girl would stay. The concierge was rather pleasant when I called her by first name. I ask her if she knows my girl. She seems so excited to say,
“She’s in room eight eleven. So where would you like to stay?”
I said, “Well, I don’t know. I’d love to surprise her if it’s apropos. Whatcha got on the ninth floor? Room nine eleven wouldn’t be the most.”
“Well sir it’s your lucky day! The room’s open if you’d like to say.”
“Yes please, I appreciate your digression and your manners Kate.”
My flight lands at two nineteen, a short-hand has a cab for me. I tell the driver to head to the mall so I can get shopping done. I tell the cabbie that I won’t be long there. He agrees to keep the meter on. I get a camera and twelve feet of rope there, then we’re off to the hotel.
I check into nine eleven. Make a date with the mini bar. I wait up till five in the morning, when I know she’s asleep for sure. I tied the rope to my balcony, descend to her balcony. I pick the lock on the sliding glass door, I creep in and fall to the floor. I know she can’t sleep with that key, so she leaves it out obviously. Right there for me to see, I take a picture then I start to think…
How my dear did we adhere? Stinging clear like my breath oh my breath oh my. Riddled in tears and shaking in fear, I am stuck to this debt for the rest of my life.
I can’t believe my luck! The only person I can trust.
Chapter 3:
I fly back down to Michagon, bring a picture of the key. I show the locksmith Nigel and then he laughs at me.
The key is something digital that he can’t recreate. So I track her down to New Orleans to ask her on a date.
Man I should’ve done this a way long time ago. I pretend it was an accident that we’re at the same hotel.
“Hey there miss remember me? We used to have a ball.”
She tells me that she’s excited and agrees that we should talk.
Yeah! Let’s have a drink! Let’s have a talk! Let’s meet at your place at nine.
So we do, we drink some wine, we talk about old times. Then she cries, she says she’s sorry, I tell her that it is fine. I’m moving close, I hold her tight, I tell her to relax.
If she moves I’ll break her neck.
This is for everything, anytime, anything, breaking me, leaving me. Stealing keys comes to an end.
She cries stop, but I don’t see why I should wait she did it for me. I say fine, but it’s too late.
Didn’t mean to kill her… but I gone done did it… Wish I could’ve told her that it was over love, love, love and money. So I grab her bottom lip, I pull her mouth wide open. Then I pull out my key, it was covered in stomach acid.
Oh.
Then I book my flight. I head back to Geneva. I don’t believe in God, I do believe I’m evil. I think my life, I ponder my decisions. I walk into the bank with twenty-twenty vision. I open my lock box, I only found a note. It reads,
“I’m sorry that I left you, but you have been set up love.”
Rub my eyes and turn around, sure enough I had been found. Two guys approached me, put guns to my head. They told me how lucky I am to be dead. I kneel down and feel a pinch. All I taste is smoke and soot.
Don’t trust your luck.
Played my cards and now I see she was playing me. The only people you can trust are in control of your blood’s luck.
