"Yes. Do away with her and you can continue with your job, your life, as if nothing had happened. Let her live...." He shrugged.
Again Derrence laughed. "You assume my job means enough to me so that I'd kill for it?"
"I hope so," Tzadi whispered. "I fervently hope so."
"Well it doesn't," Derrence snapped, and looked around for the waiter.
Tzadi sighed. "Then there's nothing more to be said. I will give you as long as possible—until next Monday. Then I shall inform the proper people."
"Big deal," Derrence said, his heart sinking, his stomach twisting. "Better out of work than in the electric chair."
"Oh, but I can assure you of successfully escaping detection."
"You can," Derrence said, smiling thinly. He caught the waiter's eye. "And how can you do that?"
"I ... I can't tell you."
"I thought so. Why don't you do the job yourself, if you're so sure of getting away with it?"