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As Sarah regained consciousness she realized she was tied to a chair with no idea how she got into this situation. She looked around the empty room with only a few small candles illuminating the room trying to plan a possible escape route. Suddenly Sarah heard the creak of a door and someone she knew well stepped out of the darkness. It was Lucy, a young corgi she worked for whose face was lacking its usual cheerfulness.
“You must be wondering why I brought you here,” Lucy said, standing inches from Sarah’s face.
“Yes actually, I hope I haven’t done anything to displease you,” Sarah said, voice cracking.
“I’ve been hearing someones been commenting on me and Ida,” Lucy said, slowly walking backwards.
“Your wife? I have never said anything negative about you or your relationship with her” Sarah said defensively.
“Good, cause if you were, your life would go back to being hell or worse. I gave you this good life when I killed your husband and I can just as easily take it away,” Lucy said, pouring a glass of whiskey.
“That has always been my understanding of things,” Sarah said, straightening up.
“Do you have any idea who it could be? I'd like to have a chat with them.” Lucy said, hand moving toward her gun.
“I’ve caught Joseph whispering about something the past few times I’ve seen him,” Sarah said smiling.
“Joseph! I knew that old newfoundland had it out for me. He’s always hated that a woman was in charge,” Lucy said, liquor soaking into the fur of her chin, “Thank you so much for telling me this. You compensated heavily for it.”
The rest of the evening went well. After cutting the ropes that held Sarah Lucy took her to a bar where her favorite musician was playing. An hour after they got in Ida came to take Sarah to her hotel. When she got there Sarah went to the front desk to pay for the next week but found it had been already paid for. She went to sleep easy that night to the sound of the horses on the street knowing her job was done for now.
The next week a headline graced The New Orleans Item “Beloved Community Member Joseph Baker Found Dead”. As it turned out soon enough though he wasn’t beloved enough for the police to spend more than a month investigating his death. His funeral too was a sorry affair with only his daughter and some lonely ladies who didn’t get out much attending it. Everyone it seemed was glad that the gossipy old drunk was dead and yet a sencence of uneases still stayed over New Orleans.