Bill took a seat in a quiet corner of the almost empty bar. He nursed his gin and tonic while he waited for his acquaintance to arrive. He resisted the urge to keep checking his watch; instead he focused his eyes on the single television set nestled above the bar. It was hard to see from this angle, and the volume was off, but it was better than staring at the walls, his watch, or God forbid, one of the other patrons.
When he had nursed his drink about as far as he could take it, the other man showed up. He took a seat opposite him and casually tossed a large manila envelope on the table. For a minute, neither man moved, the newcomer had a watchful gaze on him and Bill was staring at the envelope.
Bill pushed aside his drink and slowly reached for the envelope. He carefully opened and removed the contents. Inside were dozens of eight by ten photographs. He perused the entire batch which consisted of a man and a woman in various stages of debauchery. It was the last picture that really caught his attention.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He threw the pictures on the table. "Its bad enough that whore has been seeing this man behind my back, but I go away for the weekend and she lets him drive my cherry ninety sixty nine Chevelle! Fuck! She knows how much that car means to me. Fucking son of a bitch!"
An amused look crept over the other man's face. "You should see what they were doing in the back seat when they pulled over to the side of the road."
"God damn whore!" He realized he was in a public place and he carefully looked around the room to see if he had garnered any attention. Not so much as a single face was looking his way, his associate was correct in picking this place to meet. No one gave a fuck shit to whatever they did here. He did lower his voice for the next thing he said however, "You can make it look like an accident right?"
"That is my specialty."
"Good…" He picked the pictures back up and thumbed through them again. "Can you use the Chevelle? As much as I love that car, it's tainted now…and I feel it will be somewhat poetic."
The man smiled. "I'll see what I can do. When do you want this done?"
"I'm going away this weekend, you know about my mother…" He frowned. "It won't be long now…fucking cancer…" He paused. "Do it while I'm out of town."
"It will be taken care of."
"Thanks Jack, I really appreciate this."
"That's what friends are for."