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![]() In every smoky cafe in every corner of this humdrum city there are people, like Frank Cartright sitting, waiting, anticipating. Each one buried under the weight of their darkest thoughts. He watches his last cigarette burn itself out, then glances up at the clock tower. |
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![]() Finally, she arrives and heads hurriedly over to him. Without formalities, she begins: "Frank, we're in trouble. You know that feeling I had? The one about us being watched. Well, today I received this". She hands him a crumpled envelope. Sure enough the blackmail letter describes dates, locations, and other intimate details only someone present could know. |
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![]() "They say the photos are on an untraceable Rollei, Single-Use Camera. They will give it back to me, undeveloped and untampered with in exchange for half a million". "Can you get hold of that kind of money?" "I have no choice. With 400 ISO, I shudder to think about the dark corners and compromising situations it could have caught us in. And if your brother finds out. You know as well as I do, neither of us will live to see the light of day". "You really think your own husband could kill you?" |
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![]() He watches her figure disappear into the crisp coldness of the night. Her perfume still lingering from their parting embrace, he begins to recall her words "Now remember it's simple, you climb through the open second floor window, make it look like a break-in and go straight to the safe. Only your brother and I know the combination. He is out of town until Friday and I'll be far away meeting Alice at the station. No one will doubt my alibi and not a soul could suspect you". |
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![]() As the clock strikes midnight the following evening, the blackmailer waits for her in the shadows. He can't help admire the ingenuity of how a simple disposable camera could be the lynchpin of his plan. |
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![]() Presently, her silhouette makes its way up the alley. "Thank God you're here, Frank, I've been going out of my mind. Did you get the money?" "Sure. " "So we just have to play the waiting game now". Frank steps forward slowly, "Actually, the game's already over. That is if you are waiting for this" The light from the streetlight picks out a small rectangular object. |
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![]() "The Rollei! How did you get your hands on that?!" she gasps He snatches the camera out of her reach. "Don't get hysterical sweetheart. It was me all the time". "Why, you're nothing but a crook, Cartright! Why would you do this to me? "You know that's exactly the question I asked you before you married my good-for-nothing brother for his money instead of me. What is it with you dames? You can't resist the taste of money once you've had a sniff of it. And you know what, I'm going to develop this film and someday, when I'm far away from here, your husband going to get one heck of a shock". |
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![]() Suddenly, she pulls out a revolver and at point blank range aims at him. "Frank, I can't let you do that. I won't spend my life looking over my shoulder, jumping out of my skin, every time a tourist flashes one of those godforsaken single-use Rollei's in my direction!" "Well, well, well. Look who's full of surprises." "Don't make me do something I'll regret Frank". Her hands begin to shake... |
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![]() "What is it you told me? If you don't do things you regret in this life, the next will be boring as hell". He lunges forward and twists the gun out of her hand and turns it on her. The sound of a single shot is easily swallowed by the narrow, deserted streets after dark. |
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![]() Expressionless, he watches her fall lifelessly to the ground like a deck of cards. |
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