Marlon was indeed insatiable. "Jean Grant, I told you. If you don't get back together with me, I won't stop, no matter how much money you give me. You're just buying yourself some temporary peace."
Jean Grant's hand tightened. "Fine. Where's the meeting place?"
He told her the location, and Jean Grant hung up the phone.
After thinking it over and over, she decided she had to get rid of him sooner rather than later.
But she didn't want her brother to know, so she had to take care of it herself.
She took a gun and a fruit knife with her to the meeting place.
The chaotic lounge of a casino.
A small private room partitioned off with wooden boards.
Inside was a bed with two quilts, a pile of cigarette butts on the floor, and dust everywhere. It was clear the room hadn't been cleaned in a long time.
Just as she closed the door, Jean Grant's phone rang.
