Carter was a shrewd and paranoid man. He took notes on everything and made records of all his dealings. A different kind of man would have done the opposite. Of course he kept it all hidden but that wasn’t much for a wife with too much time and more doubts. I’m sure he never expected me to find them. He had no idea I even knew they existed. When I found the contract I couldn’t believe it. Neither what it said or that’d he would hold on to something like that. Why would he pay to have himself killed?
Nic Addenbrooke is a freelance writer, editor, content creator, radio broadcaster, part-time poet and sometimes artist. Nic has been coming to terms with existence for years. He currently lives and works in Brisbane where he struggles to turn the cacophony of voices in his head into things of substance. It doesn’t always work but occasionally produces a nice veneer of sanity.