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What could he know, I thought, he couldn't know about the kind of work I do, I make sure I am careful to destroy everything that comes to the house for me.

"Bobby couldn't have found out who my new target is, could he?" I asked myself. He kept looking at me funny over breakfast, like he wanted to say something.

I'm pacing the kitchen, wondering what he knows, when he calls out, "baby I'm back."

I stopped in my tracks and looked at him holding the Intel I thought I had burned.

"What's that," I asked?

Bobby said, "the name of your new target."

"New target," I questioned nervously. "OH, you know," he snapped. "How long have you been disposing of new targets?"

"Targets!" I replied, not looking at him. "Bobby, you don't know what you're talking about. "

"Come on, Babe, don't play me stupid," Bobby replied. "I know where you've been going, I've followed you to the last target, and I saw what you did," Bobby said as he stepped closer to me.

I stepped back, ready to defend myself, forgetting I had a knife in my hand.

"OH, so you're going to stab me, your husband," he asked with fear in his voice.

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