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flustered.
    “What?” was all she could muster.
    “What do you think he’s going to do to you?” the driver said, moving his head forward, back to looking out the windshield as he drove at a reasonable speed.
    “I don’t know,” Demi replied. She could feel her lungs inflating as panic began to settle within her.
    “You ought to know, Demi,” the passenger said. This time he was the one craning his neck and looking at her. “You work for him. He’s a cold-blooded killer. He hires people like you to kill the people he can’t. If that doesn’t strike you as interesting, then I don’t know what does.”
    “What do you mean? You expect me to be relishing the idea of dying?” she asked, her hands trembling a little.
    “No, not at all. But there must be a little part of you, a tiny part, that is interested in how he’ll do it. I mean, you and him are tight. Well, you used to be close until you killed his brother. I know accidents happen, but I’m afraid some things can’t be forgiven. No matter how much you want them to be forgiven, some wounds don’t heal,” the driver said, taking a left.
    It seemed as if both men were enjoying themselves. Demi wasn’t. Her heart was racing at a million beats per second. Her head felt sweaty, and her hands seemed to be expanding, as if her skin was becoming tighter. It seemed as if that tight feeling she was experiencing was rising up her arms, neck, and face. She felt trapped. Her breathing was off centre, and her legs were shaking. She was coming to the realization that she was about to die. She’d thought that she’d handle it a lot better than she was. After all, she was a contract killer. She should have nerves of steel. But knowing that her boss, Donny the Hat, was going to be the one to kill her was really making her feel the strain.
    She’d give an arm and a leg for it to be anybody else. Anybody at all.
    “You reckon he’s going to make you suffer, Demi?” the passenger asked, lighting up his rolled cigarette. The driver followed suit and lit his. The windows were closed, so the smoke began to make the air a little thick.
    “I don’t know!” Demi shouted.
    The driver and passenger began to laugh. They were trying to wind her up, and it was working. Demi knew what they were doing, but part of her couldn’t help playing along, because deep down she was petrified.
    “I reckon he’ll behead you with a butter knife. He’s like that now. I mean, he watches a lot of those videos those Muslims release. He’s fascinated with the process. So much so he made us go out and look for a guy or gal to behead a few months ago. He said he didn’t care who it was. Just to bring them to him. We asked if he wanted somebody from a rival firm, but he declined. He just wanted anybody. So we put our heads together and came to the conclusion that we’d go to the local smack house and lure a smack head out of hiding,” the driver said.
    Demi swallowed.
    “When we got the smack head to get in our car, we drove him to the pub, and Donny was there waiting. He looked at the homeless guy, and his eyes lit up. I tell you what, I’ve never seen a guy look so happy. I mean, he was really happy. I’ve seen some guys get close to that kind of elation, but boy, oh boy, he was happy,” the passenger butted in.
    Demi blinked a few times. Her eyelids were nearly sticking together.
    “We ushered the homeless guy forward and made him sit down. We teased him a little, and then Donny started smashing him in. He broke all the guy’s rotted teeth. He snapped all the fingers on the guy’s right hand. Then he decided to beat him some more. The smack head finally conked out and was unconscious. That’s when Donny got his blunt blade and began carving at the guy’s neck. At first we thought the smack head wouldn’t wake up. In fact, I know I was hoping he wouldn’t, for his sake. I didn’t fancy seeing such a thing,” the driver said, taking another left.
    “But he did wake up,” the