Dinner with the Blakemores (The Blakemore Files Book 5) by Olivia Gaines Page A

her sister .
    A more primary concern for him was his own well-being.  I have failed the head of the Zeta Cartel . Even when he did get out the hospital, to kill Ryanne now would be premeditated murder.  The extra he had been receiving each month to woo her was not enough to change his identity or to get out of the country.  The idea of marrying her was his idea.  Working with a shady insurance agent to take out an extra policy on her was also his idea.  For any of his misery to pay off, he had to finish the job.
    His eyes opened into the darkened room and he spotted a man sitting in the corner with a guitar.  Throat dry and cracking, Dwight asked, “Who are you and what are you doing in my room?”
    The man smiled.  “I told them I was with The Healing Waters Therapy Mission.  We provide music therapy to despondent patients.”
    I am not sad . Dwight tried to sit up but it was difficult.  His loving wife had shot him in the nads. That alone, was enough to make him take her life, which he planned to do once he was recovered.
    “I’m sorry, I am not depressed.  I don’t need you to sing or play for me,” Dwight told the man.
    “Are you sure you are not sad? You really should be.  Especially knowing that you were given a job that you failed to complete,” the man said.  Dwight flinched in the bed. The guitar carrying man continued to talk as he strummed a few chords on the instrument.
    “The problem with greed is you make a choice for what you think is easy money, but you never know who you are actually dealing with on the other end of the phone,” the man told him.
    Dwight began to mumble, stumbling over his words as the sweat began to bead on his forehead.  He reached for the call switch for the nurse.
    “I disabled that. You cannot call out for help,” he said as he remained still in the chair, strumming his guitar.
    “Who are you?” Dwight wanted to know.
    The man began to sing a few words of a song he had never heard. “The real issue here, Dwight Darrel Dobbins, is that you lied to me.  You told me your wife was an unattractive woman and a cold fish. You also were paid to woo her; not to marry the woman.”  The guitar-playing stranger stood, his face no longer in the shadows of the room. 
    “Seňor Delgado,” Dwight mumbled.
    “ Sí ,” he said with a smile.  This man was far younger than Dwight had imagined him.  The calm he exuded made him scarier than a cutthroat in a dark alley.  From his back pocket, Eduardo removed a syringe, pulled back the plunger and injected an air bubble into Dwight’s IV.  “If you lied to me about how she looked, you probably lied about how she was in bed as well.  That, I intend to find out for myself.”
    Eduardo watched the panic fill Dwight’s eyes.  Never one to be sadistic about death, especially when it was at his hands, he preferred for the end to be quick.  This one, he wanted to hurt.  He pulled out his phone and showed Dwight the selfie of him and a smiling Ryanne. “Yes, next week, I will show her how a real man makes love to a woman.  When I am done, she will forget you ever existed.  Besides, she will be rich from the insurance policies you decided you both needed. Sí, Sí , I know about that as well Dwight Darrel Dobbins . ”
    Dwight grabbed at the IV, trying to pull it from his arm, but it was too late, the air bubble entered into his vein.  Eduardo strummed his guitar as he left the room and walked down the hall of the ward.  He stopped to play for a few of the nurses at the station when the code sounded in Dwight’s room.  Nurses were running and yelling for a code blue.  Crash carts were flying on light wheels to Dwight’s room as Eduardo calmly walked to the elevator and stepped inside the car.
    Ryanne would be notified later today of her husband’s death. He found it disconcerting that he wanted to be there to console her. His next stop was Houston and a quiet evening comforting an attractive young widow. 

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