User:Fairly7Local/what1

"Get in the car, then we'll talk."

You followed her over to the garage, which housed an old Jeep. She opened the back door, instructing you to get in. Her hand was in her pocket, tightly grasping her remote control, you presumed. You scrambled in and looked around, then fastened your seat belt with difficulty.

She slammed the door closed and walked around to enter the Jeep from the front, then sat in the driver's seat.

"The plan is to wait until he comes back to the house, then shoot him."

"So we wait until he comes?" You glanced at the time. It was already 11.35 P.M.

"He gets home late every night. Can only guess what that bastard is doing," she spat. "Around 2 A.M. There's usually nobody around at that time. That's when we strike, and if you dare try to ruin it by making a run for it, or calling for help. If you do, I will make you suffer before you blow up, I swear. You hear me?"

"...Yeah."

"Good. Any more questions?"

Why do you want to kill your husband?

Nope.