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the time she gets out of her yoga class, it’s dark. And there aren’t many people back there.”
    “She got mace or a gun or anything?”
    “No, she’s not like that. She grew up rich and doesn’t know what people are capable of. Nothing really bad’s ever happened to her. She won’t see you coming at all.”
    The cigarette came back to Tate , and he let it dangle between his lips. The burnt-rubber smell was still there, and Richard wondered what was in the cigarette.
    Tate leaned back in the seat, squinting against the smoke from the cigarette. “And we just do it there, huh?”
    “No,” Richard said, pulling out a set of keys. He placed them in the center of the table. “An RV. Take her in that. There’s an RV park across the island near the North Shore. Brand-new, bought under a fake name. You can leave her and the RV there. No one will even notice for a few weeks. Maybe months.”
    Tate looked to Hiapo, who shrugged. “What about the money?”
    Richard took out a slip of paper and slid it to him. “This is the escrow account number at the bank. You can go to the bank anytime and ask them how much is in there and what the details are. Basically, it will be released to you two weeks from today. The only way it won’t be released is if I don’t call in the day before for final authorization. And the only way I wouldn’t do that is if the job isn’t done.”
    “How do I know you won’t just cancel it anyway?”
    “Gentlemen,” he said, glancing at each of them, “all of you know what I look like and my name. You could look me up in the phone book and get my address. I’m not risking crossing you over money that doesn’t mean anything to me. I’ll have more money than I know what to do with once she’s gone. So I’m not looking to cross anybody here. I just want it done and over with and to move on with my life.”
    The three men looked at each other before Tate said, “Okay. When’s she at yoga next?”
     
     
    Sharon Miller sat in the back of the club , where the lighting was a dim red. Cut off from the rest of the club and certainly the bar, the room was used almost exclusively for sex, though sometimes, it was used for ingesting enormous amounts of drugs—coke, mostly. She lay on a couch, watching as two of her friends had sex with a native guy covered in tattoos. Both her friends were married, and their husbands were at the club somewhere, though she didn’t see them at the moment.
    Sharon hadn’t been laid the entire night. She didn’t feel into it. Something about the way she and Richard had left off nagged at her. He was right. At one time, they had been inseparable. They were so in love, it hurt. She remembered how he’d smiled whenever she entered a room. One of the saddest things about the situation was that he still smiled when he saw her, though there was nothing between them any longer.
    She took a shot of tequila from a glass on the side table next to her then rose. She would have told her friends she was leaving, but they had their hands full.
    The night air was warm , and she glanced at the moon. It was nearly full, just a little tip of it covered with the blackness of night. Her phone buzzed as she walked to her car. Her daughter, Eliza, had texted, asking when she would be home. She didn’t reply. Instead, she got into the car, and decided to drive to her boyfriend’s house.
    The home was situated on a full acre near the beach. White with deep -blue trim, it reminded her of the princess castles she’d seen on cartoons as a child. A perfect fairy tale. But if that were true, she guessed she wouldn’t have felt that gnawing sensation in her gut every time she pulled up to his house.
    She parked in the driveway and slowly paced around the lawn, taking in the starlit sky. She didn’t want to be inside just yet.
    “I thought that was you.”
    Her boyfriend, Jorge, was seated on a second -floor balcony overlooking the lawn. He smiled at her as he took a sip of wine.
    “I