Sicario

Chapter Ten

 I woke up to the phone ringing. 

 "Are you going to get it?" Jane asked.

 "Yeah," I said. "It's probably a client."

 I got up, putting on a pair of pants.

 I picked up the phone. 

 "Yeah?" 

 A man's voice. "Is this... Sicario?"

 "Speaking."

 "And you... kill people?"

 "For a price."

 "How much?"

 "Depends on who the target is."

 "My wife."

 "Okay, where is she?"

 "She's in my house now with me. Just come by and do it. I'll pay you then." 

 I wrote down the address as he told me.

 "This job is going to cost you two thousand dollars."

 "Oh."

 The man was silent for a while.

 "Okay, I can make that work. Come quick, I'll stall her."

 "I'll be right over." 

 I hung up.

 "What was that?" Jane asked.

 "A client," I said, putting a shirt on and grabbing my gloves.

 "Be back soon?" She asked.

 "Yes, I'll be quick."

 I left.

 During the car ride, I remembered something suspicious about the client.

 His voice was familiar but I couldn't place it.

 It bothered me as I climbed the five story walk-up. It bothered me as I picked the lock and it made sense as I opened the door.

 "Sicario, is it?" Roberts asked, holding up a pair of handcuffs. "You are one hard man to find."