Bad Doctor

4

After the women get dressed, I give them back their handbags and say, “I won’t lecture you, but you shouldn’t smoke cigarettes.”

Willow checks her bag.

I hold up the plastic baggies that holds Willow’s cocaine and ground nutmeg. “Looking for these?”

I put them in my pocket and say, “You can’t be stupid enough to lace cocaine with nutmeg. Then again, it was in your purse.” I sigh. “Let’s go, ladies.”

I escort them to the side door and hold it open.

As they pass in front of me, I expect Willow to make a comment like, “This isn’t over,” but she doesn’t. Like Cameron, she’s silent, respectful, eager to leave the house alive.

I watch till they get in Willow’s car before closing and locking the door. Then I pause a moment, turn around, and slide slowly to the floor, grinning wider than a ventriloquist’s dummy.

Unbelievable!

I’ve done some crazy shit in my life, but this tops them all!

Did I just fuck two strippers and rob them at gunpoint?

Yes!

Will they come back and try to kill me?

I can only hope so!

Will they tell Bobby Mitchell?

Will he hunt me down and kill me?

I’ve never felt so alive! I’m practically hyperventilating from the excitement. I feel cleansed, energized. And strangely, a sense of relief, like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

In retrospect, I shouldn’t have taken their money. But seeing the cocaine in Willow’s purse pissed me off, so I decided to punish them where it hurts.

In the wallet.

I cock my head.

Something’s wrong.

It dawns on me I haven’t heard Willow’s car start up.

I get to my feet and move to the kitchen window that overlooks the driveway.