|Submitted by G.S. Williams on Wed, 07/04/2012 - 14:01|
“What's going on?” I asked my twin sister, Dahlia.
She put her elbows on the cottage's kitchen table and ran her fingers through her hair. Dahlia looked exhausted. I sat down and moved my chair close to her.
“I really screwed up, Cally,” she told me. “So bad.”
Dahlia templed her fingers together against her lips and blew on them in frustration. Then she rubbed her face a few times and sighed.
“I told you I'm undercover,” she said finally. “I have these mob connections, and I had to get in good with them to find the information the feds wanted. To do it I baited in a fish, but now they want to fry him.”
“Pardon?” I asked, not grasping the terminology she was using.
Dahlia sighed again. “I had to run a con job. Pick a target, lure him in, get his money. That was the only way to earn the mob's trust again, after taking off. So I got in, all right, and I learned that they want to rub this guy out because he's late on payment for some debts. Debts I pretty much caused, so I'm the reason he's going to get whacked.”
She almost sobbed and I saw her employ self-control, taking deep breaths and stifling the feelings. I tried to think about what she was telling me. Dahlia had apparently learned how to be a bit of a criminal in our time apart, and now the natural consequence of that was that there was a victim about to get hurt. Actions had consequences. However, she was supposed to be working for law enforcement, so her intentions weren't all bad. That didn't prevent the consequence, however, but it meant that my sister still had a conscience, especially if she was reacting this way.
“Is there anything you can do? Warn him, maybe?” I asked.
She shook her head. “They know where he lives, his family... Somehow they'd make him pay. But I thought of a plan. I convinced them to give me a couple of months to help him pay it back. But I'll need your help.”
“My help?” I asked. “What can I do?”