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In the Rough
Venita Louise

The printer whirred, as it reproduced the screen image. Beckard snagged it and walked across the floor of the small apartment. He sat down at the white wicker dining set and inspected the documents on the table, driver's license, dental records, passport and a tattered looking birth certificate. It wouldn't be long now; he would be enjoying a new life and a new identity.
 

 

 

 

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The knock at the door was barely audible.
"Where the hell have you been?" Beckard asked impatiently. There was a moment of silence as he held open the door.
"I was doing what you told me to do," Benjamin answered, stepping into the room.
"I don't remember telling you to disconnect your phone, or to quit your job, for that matter," Beckard said. “It makes you look suspicious to quit after only two months.”
"Look, I got paranoid; I don't want to go to jail over this."
"So, you drop by my apartment when you know I'm under surveillance? Smart move, Ben."
Benjamin’s head jerked around, as if he was expecting to see a couple of agents break through the door to sweep him off to some fat creep lockup tank.
"Okay, you’re right, this was a stupid idea, but I can't stop thinkin' about Eve. I feel like we’ve betrayed her."
"That feeling will go away when you have that large chunk of cash in your pocket. Remember? That's why we did this in the first place."
Benjamin stared into Beckard’s eyes and shifted his weight from foot to foot like a captured animal.
"Look, I've been thinking,” Benjamin, offered. “Maybe Eve doesn't have to disappear. I know it's chancy, but I was hoping maybe you could just let her go be with her sister. I mean maybe…"
"Are you nuts?" Beckard put his hand on Benjamin's shoulder, squeezing hard enough to make him wince. "Don't wimp out on me now. Not when we're so close to the finish line. We've planned this for months, and don't forget how much you're involved. You even planted the tracer on her car for God's sake!" Beckard eased his grip. "Okay?” His voice lowered. "If we can keep her from finding out, then maybe we can let her go, but you have to think of the plan first."

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