Carrie sped down the boulevard, half listening to the radio, thinking about what was happening. Suddenly, a thought sprang in her mind, interrupting her reverie. She pulled over onto the shoulder of the road, fishing out the address Tony had given her. For some reason, at the time he had given it to her, she couldn't figure out why is looked so familiar to her. Staring at the scrap of paper in utter horror, she realized why it was so familiar. It was written on the stationary that Frank kept in his office! At first, she tried to convince herself that he might have picked it up at the house, but she knew that Frank never kept it in the house, complaining that Carrie wasted it. Plus she remembered that Tony pulled the paper out of his pocket.
"Son-of-a-bitch!" Carrie hissed, smacking her steering wheel. Narrowing her eyes, she thought for a moment. When she is calm, she isn't as vindictive, but when enraged, Carrie is down right vicious, and it's in those moments of rage, that Carrie thinks with the utmost calculating clarity. An evil sneer forms momentarily on her sweet lips as she revs the car, heading to her rendezvous point with Tony. Soon everyone was going to realize not to fuck with her.
As she pulled up in front of the house, Tony stood there, smiling, unaware of Carrie's plans.
"Hey there! Glad you found this place with no problems. Do you have a lot of bags?" Tony asked as he stepped forward, hugging Carrie as she got out of the car. Carrie let him wrap his arms around her body before she pressed the barrel of her nickel plated 9mm to his abdomen.
"Listen to me and listen to me good, motherfucker," she hissed in his ear, "I don't know what kind of games your playing, but you're fucking with the wrong bitch. Don't move a muscle, I am a crack shot, not to mention a black belt which means either way, I will hurt you. Do what I say, and you make walk away here healthy. Fuck up and I won't hesitate to bury your no good ass in the desert. Nod if you understand?"
"C-Carrie what are you talking about?" he asked nervously. A sinking feeling of dread washed over him as he realized she knew about the set-up.
"Don't play games with me Tony" she said, pushing him away, aiming the gun at his chest, "Go get my bags from out of the trunk and take them in the house" she ordered, pushing the remote control button for the trunk, "You have three minutes, so I suggest you hurry." She nudged him into motion with the barrel of the gun. Opening the passenger door, keeping an eye on him, Carrie reached in and pulled out the portable monitor. Following Tony inside the house, she waited from him to drop the bags before she hit him over the head with the butt of her gun.
"W-what h-happened?" Tony stammered as he came to. Trying to focus, he saw Carrie sitting on the floor in front of him, pointing the gun up at him. He tried to leap out of the chair, only to come to the realization that Carrie had done a thorough job tying him down with rope and handcuffs.
"What the hell are you doing Carrie?"
"Better question, what the hell are you doing Tony?"
"Carrie I don't know what you think I've done, but I didn't do anything to you but try to be a friend and this is how you repay me?"
"Funny you should mention the word 'pay'. See while you were napping, I went through your wallet. Wanna guess what I found?" She paused for a moment, relishing the look of dread washing over his handsome face. "I found a deposit slip from the bank for a check written in the amount of twenty-five thousand dollars. Did a little calling around to some friends that I have and found out something else equally interesting. Wanna know what I found out?"
Again she paused, watching Tony lick his dry lips. "I found out that my darling husband paid you that money. Now this is where things may take a turn for the worse for you. See I don't know what Frank is paying you to do and this is where my friend comes in to play," she cocked her gun "You tell us what we want to know and I'll do my best to keep my friend from becoming your chest's best friend. Understand?"
"You're crazy! I don't know what the fuck you're talking about!" he screamed. Carrie jumped up, smacking him across the face with the gun.
"Wrong answer Tony. Try again. Why did Frank pay you?" she asked, jabbing the gun in his chest.
"He wants you gone Carrie." he whispered, licking the corner of his lip, tasting blood.
"Gone as in divorced or gone as in dead?"
"Preferably, dead. If that couldn't be done, then he wanted me to seduce you so he could divorce you and keep his money. You have an adultery clause in your prenuptial. If cheat, you walk away with nothing."
It took Carrie a minute to digest what he said to her.
"So Frank is that far gone that he wants me dead?"
"Basically."
"And he hired you to do it?"
"Yes."
"How?"
