“See enough to do what I gotta do. You ready?”
“I’m right behind you.”
We put on our gloves, Rain got out of the car and we made the short walk to the house. While I stood off to the side, Rain rang the bell. When the door opened, Rain smiled. “Mrs. Watson?”
“Yes.”
Rain shoved the.380 under her chin. “Step inside. And do it quietly. If you scream I will kill you right now and not give a fuck.” She backed Mrs. Watson in the house. I looked around and closed the door behind us.
When I got in th
e house, Rain had Mrs. Watson backed up against the wall and had the gun to her head. “I don’t have much money here,” she said.
“Do I look like I came here for money? You say anymore dumb shit like that I swear I’ll put a bullet in your eye. Understand?”
“Yes,” Mrs. Watson said quietly.
“Understand!” Rain yelled.
“Yes!” Mrs. Watson yelled back and she began to cry.
“Now go in the living room and sit down.”
Rain walked Mrs. Watson into the living room and I followed quietly behind them. She shoved her into a chair, while I took a seat on the couch. Rain put the purse on the coffee table in front of me. I made sure Mrs. Watson was looking at me before I opened the bag slowly. I took out a Kel-Tec PLR-16 semi-automatic pistol: single action, 223 Remington caliber shells, 9.2-inch barrel, with ten-round capacity. I put the magazine in and set it down on the coffee table in front of me.
Then I took out a Smith amp; Wesson 1911.45 pistol, with a black and silver finish and handed it to Rain.
“Thank you,” she said and returned her attention to Mrs. Watson. “Do you wanna die tonight?” Rain asked and pointed the gun at her head.
“No.”
“It’s a good day to die, so if you do, tell me now.”
“No, no. I don’t want to die,” she said shaking head and the tears began to flow again.
“Good. The only way to keep me from killin’ you is to do exactly what I say. Understand me?”
“Yes.”
“You be a good girl and do what I say and you might live through the night. But I gotta tell you, there’s more to it then just you.” Rain picked up the phone. “See, you’re gonna call your husband and tell him anything, but get him to come home right away. When he gets here, I need him to be a good boy, so it’s up to you to make sure he does. Of course that ain’t always the easiest thing in the world ’cause you know how boys get? They gotta man up, you know. Act all tough and shit. Beatin’ their chest, you know what I’m sayin’. Let their balls hang,” Rain said and laughed. Mrs. Watson cracked a smile too.
“But that’s the wrong thing for him to do. ’Cause you see, that shit will get both of y’all killed. The last thing you see will be your husband gettin’ two to the head before I shoot you. So you need to convince him that he needs to pay attention. Listen very carefully to what is being told to him and make the right decision. Okay?”
“Okay,” Mrs. Watson said and shook her head.
“But making the right decision is important ’cause make the wrong decision and I’ll kill y’all.” Rain looked at me. “I don’t give a fuck. I’m just the hired help.”
Rain stepped closer and put the barrel of her gun between Mrs. Watson’s eyes.
“You think you can do that?”
Mrs. Watson shook her head with her eyes closed tightly.
“Good. But first I need you to call Clay Barksdale and tell him that your husband wants to see him at the house, right away.”
“What should I tell them it’s about?”
“I don’t give a fuck what you tell them,” Rain said and pressed the gun to her forehead again. “Just get them over here now!” Rain screamed and handed her the phone.