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I gazed at her for the longest time, wondering how I should approach her. After two minutes of unnecessary starring, I made my move. The moment I elevated up out of my seat, her big blue eyes darted at me; she watched as I slowly walked up to the bar besides her.
She didn’t say a word and she didn’t have to; her glare was doing all the talking, she meant business and I wasn’t going to get in her way.
The women reached into her pocket and swiftly pulled out a small brown envelope.
The envelope had two words written in thick black marker pen; ‘the evidence’.
The women who obviously had no intention of drinking anything stood up and slowly made her way to the exit, still not saying a word. The moment she turned her back on me I grabbed for the envelope. I held it and started shaking in excitement. It had taken so long to get it, so very long.

I reached in and pulled out a single roll of film, finally I had it. The one thing my life depended on and needed, however…it was not that simple. A man dealing with the Devil must pay the price. Included with the film was a small paper card. I felt my heart skip a beat…on the card a single sentence mocked me. ‘Now he must die’.