CHAPTER 8: NEEDED THE MONEY

Adrian was pacing in the living room.

“What is it?” asked Eliza.

“Man, he’s going to be here soon,” said Adrian, sounding anxious.

“Adrian, honey, what’s wrong with you?”

Adrian was trembling as he was trying to pick up his cup of coffee.

“What the hell is wrong with you. You look like shit.”

Adrian glared angrily at Eliza.

“Alright, Adrian, calm down. Let’s talk about it,” said Eliza, raising her hand to soothe her husband’s anger.

“Everything is wrong,” answered Adrian, more anxious than before. “This is a bad idea.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“If we’re caught, we all be dead.”

“Well- You just make sure we don’t.”

“How?”

“Just don’t let him find out that Stella is not Amy.”

“They don’t look anything alike nor sound anything alike. So how am I supposed to do that?”

“Easy. Turned off the lights.”

“That won’t make a difference when daybreak comes!”

“So, by then he would have already taken Stella. There’s nothing he could do anymore.”

“Yeah, but he will be angry that the one in the room isn’t Am