“Eddie, I need to get back to work. Why don’t you go home? I’ll be off in another hour, and then we can talk.” Judy’s smile was weak and didn’t reach her eyes.
“So those papers are from last year?” Eddie asked. He studied her face, looking for any tell-tale sign that she was lying.
“Honest, they were from last year,” she responded.
Silence ensued between them as Eddie continued to watch his wife turn pale and the corner of her eye twitch.
Finally he said, “Alright, I’ll see you later.”
Turning abruptly away Eddie walked out of the backroom and left the jewelry store by way of the correct aisle. Outside the store, he turned left and went into the huge open food court.
Different food vendors lined the walls offering everything from fast food to Chinese. An open balcony-lined the second floor where a nightclub took up half the floor, and a fine-dining restraint covered the other half.
Eddie turned his back to the crowd of busy ants that raced to complete their mission of shopping, eating, or wasting time. He set the backpack on the floor before crouching down and taking the clips of extra ammunition out of the pack and slipping them into his pockets. Next he removed the two handguns. Slipping the backpack over his shoulder, Eddie headed back toward the jewelry store and his lying wife.