An Excerpt
Everyone has a price. Most people can pretend they don't, that they're better than that, but most people have never seen more than a few thousand dollars in cash. Some people live their whole lives and never see more than a couple hundred in actual bills; the rest is just numbers on a screen. Everyone has a price. Mine starts at $250,000. That's for the basic, no-frills, pop-and-go package. You want it execution style? That adds another ten thousand. The hit has bodyguards? A hundred grand apiece. Government officials and other important people pull in the prettiest penny. The guy who showed me the ropes got seven figures for Kennedy, and that was in '63 dollars. And no, just between you and me, it wasn't Oswald.
Everyone has a price. For enough cash, I'd off my own brother. You would too. You think you wouldn't, but if someone dangled a carrot fat enough you would. My conscience used to eat at me sometimes, but you get used to it after a while. Dead presidents make the best therapists.
"Everyone has a price," I said, helping myself to a Cuban cigar from the humidor on his desk. "You know mine."
I didn't mean to start a story about mafioso hitmen, but it's been fun so far. I have no idea what this dude's name is, but he is one cold-blooded motherfucker. It'll be an interesting challenge to write something with an emotionless sociopath for a protagonist. Maybe he's a tragic hero or something.
Also, I recently discovered Pacha Massive. If you like Esthero, Sneaker Pimps, Hooverphonic, and that sort of thing, you should check 'em out.
Everyone has a price. For enough cash, I'd off my own brother. You would too. You think you wouldn't, but if someone dangled a carrot fat enough you would. My conscience used to eat at me sometimes, but you get used to it after a while. Dead presidents make the best therapists.
"Everyone has a price," I said, helping myself to a Cuban cigar from the humidor on his desk. "You know mine."
I didn't mean to start a story about mafioso hitmen, but it's been fun so far. I have no idea what this dude's name is, but he is one cold-blooded motherfucker. It'll be an interesting challenge to write something with an emotionless sociopath for a protagonist. Maybe he's a tragic hero or something.
Also, I recently discovered Pacha Massive. If you like Esthero, Sneaker Pimps, Hooverphonic, and that sort of thing, you should check 'em out.