YOU, KILL ME.

So I am gonna tell you the story exactly as she told it to me and you can make your own mind up:

“I was working in the Teddy on that particular day, the day when the two gentlemen came to call. It was unusual as we usually had only one customer at a time. But hey, you gotta take the money where you can get it. They didn’t arrive together, which made me think that they were trying to have a meet without anyone else over-hearing if you get what I’m saying. They both asked me what the special for the day was and I told them it was the mac and cheese. They both seemed happy with that. One of them was a real good-looking man with a New England way of talking, and when I walked across the floor, he mentioned that I had a really nice way of moving. I took that on board with both hands, I’ll tell ya. The other was a dark, strange-looking fellow, who seemed to be keeping one eye on the door.

I was wiping the counter, and that was when I heard the conversation they were having. And this is where I swear it got strange. The good-looking man said that it was true that he was dying of cancer or something. I couldn’t quite hear as they would stop talking when I got close. I couldn’t keep asking if they wanted more coffee as it was starting to look strange. That was when the other asked when he would do it.

It seemed that one man was dying and he wanted the other, a hitman, to shoot the dying man and that he’d get well paid. He just wasn’t to tell him when it would happen. ‘Let it be a surprise’, the good-looking man said with a grin.

I remember they left a big tip and shook hands, and then they drove off in separate cars and in different directions. It was only when I read the papers a few weeks later, that I realised that one of them was the president, and the other was some guy who shot him from a book depository.”

bobby stevenson 2020