"Just give him these papers, and then get the hell outta dodge, yeah?" 

          "Yes, I can do that. Thank you, Mr. Goodman," 

          "Call me Saul," 

          Alexia stopped her car in front of her house, putting it in park as she turned the ignition off. She clutched her gun tightly and placed it in her purse, getting out of the car. Her hands shook as Alexia walked to the house, his voice still in her head. Saul was extremely accommodating to her needs, and Alexia felt safe around him. She shook her head of the thoughts. 

          The only thing she needed to think about was giving the papers to him and getting out without provoking him. 

          Alexia reached the front door and opened it, walking into the tiny house. It was silent, and she held her breath as she entered the living room. He was there, but he was sleeping. Alexia let out a breath, which she immediately regretted. 

          "Alexa? Is that you?" his green eyes were trained on her, and she froze, her eyes wide as she stared back at him. 

          "Y-Yeah, it's me," Alexia clutched the papers she had, "I need--you need to take these papers. I--Alejandro, I don't ever want to see you again." Alejandro stood and approached her, Alexia stepping back. 

          "Are those divorce papers?" 

          "Yes, they are," he took them, flinging them across the room. He glared at Alexia, one hand moving to behind his back. 

          "You stay at my home, use my money, and over a silly little--" his voice rose steadily as he started to draw his hand from behind his back, Alexia panicking. 

          BOOM! 

          That was it. It was done; Alexia's eyes widened, dropping her gun to the ground. Her hands shook as she grabbed her phone and dialed his number, "hello? Saul-" 

          "Please, I need--I need to speak to Saul," a second later, she heard his voice. 

          "Miss Cabal? Did you do it?" 

          "I killed him, Saul; I shot him! What am I supposed to do? What if his buddies find out? What if the cops find out?!" Saul exhaled and spoke to her calmly, and she heard rummaging on his end of the phone. 

          "I have a guy who can help. Just wait there, and don't touch anything. Do you understand me?" Alexia nodded, then verbally let him know she understood him, "good, he'll be there soon," when Saul hung up, Alexia put her phone in her purse, ensuring her gun was secure in the same space. This whole situation surprised her; she had never used her weapon before. It was only there as a safety precaution. Alexia backed up against a wall, clutching herself as she observed the mess. A small pool of blood was on the ground, surrounding Alejandro's head. 

         The door opened, and an older male entered the house, "you Miss Cabal?" she nodded, and he grunted, examining the crime scene, "head wound. You touch anything here?" Alexia shook her head, clutching her purse to her chest. 

          "I-I didn't-" 

          "Listen to me; it doesn't matter. Let me do my job, and I will resolve this situation," he spoke urgently to her, turned his back, and focused his attention on the body in the middle of the floor. The man began to slip on gloves, picking up objects that had fallen to the floor in the minor scuffle and placing them in a bag. 

         "What's your name?" Alexia quietly inquired, her head tilted as she messed with the straps on her purse. He doesn't answer; instead, he starts to take off one of the gloves and throws it in the bag, turning back to Alexia. 

           "That doesn't matter right now," he picks up the bag, "all you need to say to the cops is 'he was like this when I found him', repeat that," 

          "He was-was like this when I found him," he nodded curtly, "uhm, what if they don't believe me?" 

          "There's no evidence here to convict you. If the cops don't believe you, well, I didn't do my job good enough, and then you should get a lawyer and shut your mouth," Alexia conveyed she understood, and he pointed to her purse, "you should count to thirty before calling the cops, I'll be gone by then, but it's just a courtesy," 

          "Alright-uhm, OK, thank you," he says nothing else and opens the door with his gloved hand, walking to the car parked close by, she assumed. Alexia started counting, slowly reaching the desired number. When she got to twenty, she pulled out her phone, opened it, and when Alexia reached thirty, she dialed the number. 

          "Hello, is there an emergency?" Alexia took a deep breath and pinched herself, playing the role of the sad wife. 

          "Help! My-My husband was shot! He's just laying there on the floor--oh god!" 

          "Ma'am, please, take a deep breath! Where is your address?" Alexia recites the address, with sobs in the middle of each word. 

          "Please hurry! I think he's--" 

          "We're on our way, Ma'am!" the call disconnects, and she wipes her nose, clutching her phone to her chest. 

          At around eight minutes, she heard the sirens, and she swallowed. It was taking all of her not to run out of the house and hightail it to her friend's house; at least there she could smoke all the bad feelings away, even if they would come back to bite her in her ass. Her hand touched the doorknob, and she went outside, the ambulance and cops on her fresh-cut lawn. Alexia inched out of the way, her hand touching the trim around the inside of the door. They asked questions, but she hardly heard them. 

          It was too much; she needed to go, the sounds and the strange ringing in her ears. 

          "Ma'am, you said your relation to him was that you were his wife?" 

          "Yes, that's c-correct," Alexia cleared her throat, the skin between her thumb and middle finger meeting her clavicle as she rubbed at her collarbone, "when I came home, I found him like this. Truth be told, I was here to give divorce papers, but it was too late. I wish-" her bottom lip quivered, and the hand on her chest moved to wipe at her eyes, "I wish I could have prevented this, even if I was planning on getting away," 

          "OK, ma'am, thank you," the cop gave her a slip of paper, "his death is now ruled as a murder. We will take him to the hospital for an autopsy. Would you like to ride in the ambulance with him?" Alexia shook her head, and they took him on a stretcher and loaded it into the ambulance.