#Chapter 14

Jack “Mr. Aldridge, you’d do well to cease and desist trying to seize Mrs. Aldridge’s inheritance. We will be proceeding with submitting Mrs. Aldridge’s late mother’s will if you do not relinquish the outlined portion of your assets as stated in the divorce settlement,” a lawyer drones. I grit my teeth at the trash he says. “Of course. I will be in contact with my wife and your firm moving forward,” I tell the man then hang up. I slap my hand on my desk and fume. That bitch. I thought he understood I didn’t want him to work for my wife. It doesn’t matter. I can make other plans. Picking up my phone and a sliver of paper from an acquaintance, I dial the number I was given. The phone rings a few times before a deep, harsh voice answers. “Who the hell is this?” “A customer sent by Mr. Fairchild. I want you to get rid of someone for me,” I answer. The man huffs, but asks, “Who?” “My wife. She’s being difficult about our divorce, and I need her gone.” “When by?”