You're sitting at your usual spot at the bar, when she glides into the room. What a knockout, you think. What's a dame doing in a place like this? But what's this? Is she actually approaching you? She pulls up a stool next to you and asks for a light. "My lucky day", you think. But no, she's not here 'cause of your rugged good looks and irresistible manner. She came because of your reputation. The reputation of a man without a conscience and with nerves of steel. Her eyes brimming with tears and voice shaking with rage, this gorgeous gal tells you that her husband has been having an affair with the maid for months. He even threatened to leave her! She's on the brink of ruin and a simple "accident" on the way to work ought to do it. A man who is dumb enough to betray such a wonderful doll like this deserves to die. What's left of your conscience is easy to appease ...

It's half past eight and her husband is leaving the office. That a fat sweaty guy like this could have a woman at all is a mystery to you. You have a sneaking suspicion that it's not him who's after the maid, but his wife who's after the gardener and wants to get rid of her rich husband. Such is life! The real reason doesn't interest you. Two quick steps and you're right behind him. Bang, Bang! A couple of bullets at close range and he drops dead. $1,500 is what you get for your services and the wife ... well probably, a million-dollar fortune.