issue51kittyhasaplan

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***BIO*** Frank Lawlor is a retired Naval Officer, school teacher and engineering consultant, totally retired now he lives in Virginia Beach, VA with Carol, his wife of 49 years. He has been writing many years, mostly for his own enjoyment; however he did take third place in the non-fiction category in the 2000 Christopher Newport University annual writing contest.

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Kitty has a Plan

by Frank Lawlor

Kitty Kendal saw Sammy Jacobs come into the apartment laughing and carrying a gym bag.

“Why are you so happy?”

"I won $45,000, now I can pay Jake and we won't have to kill him.”

Kitty's arm shot out like a rattlesnake strike as she delivered a stinging slap across Sammy’s face.

Sammy winced and put his hand to his face, "What was that for?"

"You whining, gutless son of a bitch, when I moved in with you a month ago, you agreed that we had to get rid of him. He wouldn't give me a divorce and you said you would kill him. I thought I'd finally found a man with real balls, but all you've done since is whine."

“But I have the money now. He wanted to kill me because I owed him so much money. But now we don't have to kill him."

"God-damn you Sammy, You said you'd do it. It's not about the money you dumb shithead, it's about you banging his wife. I don't need any more of this shit. I'm outta here."
Kitty said as she grabbed her purse and headed for the door.

"No, Kitty, please don't go. Please. I'll do it. I'll kill him. I'll do it, honest."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely, Just tell me again how we're gonna do it so it looks like self defense."

"Well everyone knows he hates you, not because of the money, but because I left him to move in with you and he's funny about some other guy plowing his field, but that'll help us. The police will believe he shot at you first. I'll go back to the house tomorrow while he's out and fire one shot from his gun into the wall. Then tomorrow night you call him and tell him you've got his money and want to come over. When you get there you go in and shoot him, then call the police and say he shot at you first and show them the bullet in the wall."

"Do you really think it'll work?"

"Of course it'll work."

The next day Kitty left to go to Jake's house and fire the bullet into the wall.

When she came back, Sammy jumped up and said "Is it all set?"

"Just like I said, so call him tonight and tell him you've got his money."

As the day wore on Sammy was becoming increasingly nervous, and kept asking if it was really necessary to kill Jake. Kitty finally threw up her hands and went into the bedroom. She stripped and put on a robe, leaving it open and faced the door with her hands on her hips, “Sammy, come in here,” she called.

Sammy came to the door and stopped and stared.

“Come here,” she said

As he got near her, she grabbed his hand and shoved it between her legs, “You want some of that?”

“Yeah.”

Kitty shoved him away, closed the robe and said, “Well you're not getting any until Jake Kendal gets dead.”

“OK, Kitty, you win, I'll do it,” Sammy said.

When they went back into the other room, Sammy got a drink.

“God-damn it Sammy, don't get drunk,” Kitty warned him.

“I won't I just need to steady my nerves.”

At eight o'clock that night Sammy called Jake, "Jake, Sammy Jacobs here, listen I have the money I owe you and want to come over and pay you."

"The Pats over the Rams and seven straight passes."

"I'll be there in about an hour."

Sammy hung up the phone and turned to Kitty.

“Well what did he say?” she asked.

“He asked how I got the money and then he said to come over."

"Be sure you tell him you want a receipt. He'll have to go to his office for that, and that's where you kill him. Be sure of that, because that's where the bullet hole is."

"OK, where's the gun."

Kitty opened the table drawer, took out a .45 revolver and handed it to Sammy,
"Here. It's loaded," she reached up, pulled his head down and kissed him. "You sure you're gonna be OK with this?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. You're gonna be there to back up my story, right?"

"I'll be there. Have you got the money bag?"

"Yeah, right here," he said holding up the gym bag.

"Go, and don't get drunk on the way."

Sammy left, Kitty waited ten minutes and then left. Sammy was going stop and get some more liquid courage on the way that was certain, so she would get there ahead of him. Everything depended on Sammy now, would he do it? She worried about him getting drunk or chickening out at the last minute.

She pulled up outside the big house well away from the front entrance and waited for Sammy. He showed up at ten past nine. She got out of her car and went over to him and smelled booze on his breath, "God-damn you Sammy, you're drunk."

"No, I'm not. I just had a couple to steady my nerves."

"Well go ring the bell, I'll wait until you're inside before I come in."

Sammy rang the bell and Jake opened the door, "Come on in Sammy, is that the loot?"

"Yeah, but I want a receipt."

"OK, come on back to my office," Jake said and closed the door.

Kitty went in as silently as possible and walked to the office but stayed back so she could hear without being seen.

"Well, let's have the money," Jake said.

"Right here."

"What’s with the fuckin’ gun?" Jake yelled.

"To kill you with, you bastard," Sammy said and Kitty heard two shots.

She walked into the office and saw Jake slumped in the chair behind his desk, she took out a gun and shot an astonished Sammy twice in the chest. He fell against the wall and slid to the floor, his life oozing unto the carpet.

As his life slowly seeped away he looked up at Kitty and asked, "Why, Kitty, why?"

"Why? You poor, dumb, shithead. I wanted Jake dead, the million dollar insurance policy, I couldn't do it myself and I couldn't hire it done so I needed to get some jerk to do it for me. I convinced Jake I could get his money from you, he didn't give a shit about me fucking you, he used to pimp for me in LA, and I convinced you I loved you. It's so easy with you guys you all think with your dicks, and that bullet I fired this morning was from your gun and went into the door frame behind me, and now I don't need you anymore, and besides you're lousy in bed."

She looked at Sammy and saw that her explanation had been wasted on a corpse. She shrugged her shoulders and went to call 911.

Oct. 2005