The hood stepped out of the shadows.
He aimed his gun straight at me and said, “payback time, you creep.”
Hard to believe that only ten minutes ago I was lying in the bath with this guy’s wife. Hell, prior to last weekend, I didn’t even know who she was. And ten months before she was born, neither did her parents, though they may have been planning it for some time. As for grandparents and ancestors further back than that — hey, let’s just say the mind boggles. I guess that’s how it goes with the whole foresight/hindsight thing. If you knew how things were going to turn out, maybe you’d act a little different. Like if you knew you’d end up in a parking lot face to face with some thug brandishing a loaded gun, maybe you’d have used the other stairs and surprised him first, even though you still wouldn’t have known he was gonna be there. Or maybe you’d have thought twice about schmoozing with his wife in a bar, or come straight out with it: listen, are you married? Is he dangerous? What’s he doing a week from now? Or maybe you’d top up the bath water instead of pulling the plug and running out to the car to fetch more rubbers from your briefcase? The car you bought for eight thousand bucks from some guy in Denver that’s never let you down apart from the exhaust, once, and a funny clicking noise from the passenger seat when you tilt it back too far?
Anyways, the fucker blew my balls off first time.