Wild Fiction

Genevieve looked up at Corp.
‘Really?’ she asked in amazement, the scene with Stephen now forgotten.
‘For a price,’ Corp answered.
‘He’s not the one I want dead but can you organise a contract killing?’
Corp looked a little bit nervous when she said that. ‘Please don’t speak of it like that. Actually, please don’t speak of it all if you’re going to be that blunt.’
‘Sorry,’ she whispered. ‘It’s just that my husband, he’s kind of in the way, between me and a lot of money.’
‘I think I understand what you’re saying,’ Corp replied. ‘These things don’t come cheaply though. Can you pay for it?’
‘Bearer bonds,’ Genevieve said excitedly. ‘Will you accept bearer bonds as payment for the job.’
‘Bearer bonds are good,’ he said raising his eyebrows. ‘It’ll cost you a fair packet. We’re looking at a million quid.’ His eyes were gleaming and there was the trace of a wicked smile on his lips.
‘I can do that,’ Genevieve answered. ‘When and where?’
Corp was intoxicated with excitement as they arranged a time and place. When Genevieve left she could not tell if she should be excited or sad. She had very mixed feelings. She thought she could hear people talking inside her head. She felt they were telling her things, making her do things; things she did not necessarily want to do. She was confused.

Chapter 36

At half past eight that evening Rebecca found the boys stretched out on a couple of moth-eaten sofas in the basement. Conrad had a tin of tonic water open on the floor next to him and was reading FHM. A copy of a magazine called Did you know? rested against James’s knees.
‘Are you ready?’ Rebecca said scowling.
‘Almost,’ Conrad replied throwing the magazine aside and swinging his legs down. He pulled on a pair of jeans and shoes, ran his fingers through his hair, and forty-five seconds later said, in a faux dramatic voice, ‘never in my life have I been more ready.’
James took longer to get ready.
‘Are you okay?’ Rebecca asked James with a look of concern on her face.