“There’s nothing filthier than a stupid blond,” Hoosan screamed, his face red, his eyes bulging, his breathing labored.

I was counting the money for the 10th time. Still, a good batch was missing and we were left with small change.

“I’ll skin her alive, I’ll eat her liver, I’ll cut her ears off,” Hoosan bellowed.

I couldn’t offer any consolation. My share was going down the tube, too.

”..she’ll run and she will hide and I will FIND her even if she shoves off to the friggin’ moon,” Hoosan hoarsely continued.

I stood behind the counter like a moron. I was sweating and I was wasted. I couldn’t believe Audrey had finally pulled it off.

“One day,” Audrey used to tell me, “I’ll be dressed in silk.”

She had now grown very close to her wish.

The door burst open. With the corner of my eye I caught Audrey, slim in a black coat, pointing a big silver pistol at Hoosan.

BANG and then BANG and Hoosan was flying over the coffee table and crashing on the floor, a heap of dirty flesh.

“Thanks, Audrey,” I said.