“What are you doing here?” Stodler asked.
“My private dick saw everything and I thought I could help” she answered, feeling victorious. “Is the old man really dead?”
“I don’t know, but I think so” he answered.
“And the dumb bitch? Looks like you haven’t taken care of her yet.”
The last sentence hit Stodler like a ton of bricks. He realized just then that Isabel was a problem that had to be dealt with.
“Isa, honey” Stodler kneeled down and took her hand. “We’re gonna get through this, right? You can be quiet about this?”
Isabel snapped out of her catatonic like state, turned her head to Stodler and said “Fuck you, you’re gonna rot in jail” She tried to pull her hand away to stand up but Stodler tightened his grip.
“No, my love, it can’t be like that. I’m sorry”
Isabel let out a shrill scream that was cut short. Blood sprayed the wall behind her. She slumped over. Stodler turned to see a smoking, silenced .40 caliber in the dectective’s hand.
“This is gonna cost you, miss” the detective said to Amanda.
“I’m good for it, besides, the bill is only going to get bigger. I’m going to need you to clean this up” Amanda replied.
“Consider it done” the detective said.
Stodler was relieved. He had seen his future come to an end only to have it resurrected by the hand of the detective. Stodler and Amanda ending up dating. Amanda eventually threw Stodler away when she became bored with him. Stodler was none the happier, he was with her more out of self-preservation anyhow. In the years after the incident, Stodler graduated top of his class and enjoyed a successful career in politics. In two decades he ran for a Senate seat. He won.
By Ryan 