Hashem. Hashem! His heart was racing, like a rabbit chased by a fox. Its ungainly leaps felt like they might successfully make their way up his throat and out his mouth.

He had just set her up to have a husband who wanted her dead, and he had succeeded. It was everything he thought he hoped for.

How did he take it back?

“If something happens to her, I know the constable.”

How long for Mr. Benjamin to miss his paychecks if this fellow killed him there and then? Oh, God.