Oh god, it was hot. So hot my forehead glowed with sweat. I hated that I was so out in the open like this. An open-air cafe is not the best spot for a drug deal, but I needed to get this done as soon as possible. So I guess an oily forehead is a price I have to pay. Mr. Evan’s murder has shaken people up. The streets aren’t as packed as usual. People tend to stay inside when n there is a killer on the loose. Oh well.
He was here. I sensed him near. I quickly composed myself and made I look like I had to know idea he was approaching. He sat down. I let out a surprised gasp, and he goes,
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Oh it’s fine I said, Let's get to it,” I say all flustered like.
    He pulled out a briefcase and began shuffling papers. Reading off a list of products to procure. I agreed to get them, and he decided to transfer. 1.5 million into my account. The old me would’ve killed a man for offering me that chump change, but that was the alive me.
He reminded me to keep my mouth shut about this little transaction.
“Mr. Evan’s had a big mouth, and now he’s in a big grave,” he remarked.
    On my way back to my apartment. I kept having the sense that I was going to have a strange encounter sooner than I thought. On the elevator, there was a woman who seemed to have an unusually glowing aura. It looked like she knew me. Maybe I knew her in a past life. However, I didn't care. If she did know me, she had to die, end of story. She got off right before I could read her mind. Shame. If she ever shows up again, I’d take care of her.
    I slumped into my bed and got the sense that the next couple of weeks were going to be extremely eventful.