Sin City: The Customer is Always Right

The wind rises, electric. She s soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume is a sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be all right. That I ll save her from whatever she s scared of and take her far, far away. I tell her I love her. silenced gunshot The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot. I hold her close until she s gone. I ll never know what she was running from. I ll cash her check in the morning.