Chapter Twenty-two

Cain smiled. This was interesting to him.

“He might even be willing to pay us. She's going to be to him, a delightful change from the fat, old rich creeps he usually lays.”

“But, there's a slight glitch. Would he be willing to tattoo his right hand as Pascal's?”

Cain snorted with contempt.

“A little oil in his engine and that bum would lay his mother. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Then, that settles it. He would meet with her in Pascal's apartment, which would then be mine, dressed in Pascal's clothes. In the middle of their action, the cameras hidden somewhere in the bedroom would take shots. At the end of the movie, the best angle shot would be selected. The ones which capture their clothes discarded on the floor or lying in a heap on the bed, Rico's wife, Henry's tattooed right hand, and just a part of his face.”

“Henry would want to know why he has to play the part of Pascal.”

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