Jimmy Morton was seething with anger. How could she have done this to him? After all they'd been through, how could she have ratted him out?
Alabama Sutton had single-handedly ruined his life. She had told his boss, Arthur Weingarden, that he was having an affair with his wife, which promptly lost him his job. She had told his wife, Doris, about the affair and he had lost his wife
and
his home. Now, standing at the ATM, he had come to the numbing realization that the account he shared with his wife was closed. He was homeless and now, he was broke. "Bitch!"
He was pissed off, so angry that he could kill her ...
Hey, that's a good idea!
He could just go over to her house and kill her. What the hell did he care? He had nothing else to lose. He'd end up in jail with three squares and a clean, dry place to live the rest of his life. Without Doris, the house, his money ...
Yeah. Let's pay old Alabama a visit.
Alabama Sutton came from old black money and had one of the nicest homes on the East side. Jimmy had been there many times to receive payment from her and had admired it each time, imagining that the mansion was his. The wrought iron gates were already open and the Lexus out front told him that she was home. He adjusted his waistband, feeling the comforting bite of the snub nose and smiled toothily.
Time to handle some business.
