Odelia sat on a lone couch opposite a regal-looking man who sat with one of his legs elegantly draped over his other leg as he took a drag from his cigarette and sat with an expressionless face on another couch. The news about her death had just finished playing on the TV.
"So, I have kept my end of the bargain; it's your turn to keep yours now, don't you think?" The man said it in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Are you sure everything is done on your part? I'm yet to have official documents with my current identity, and the fingerprints of Odelia Graham have still not been erased from the information database; if I go out there without these things, don't you think I would be thrown in jail at any moment." Odelia asked the man; many people would be afraid to look him in the eye, but this woman kept surprising him every single time.
