Roger takes the money, Becky dosen't.

Roger bends over and touches the safe.

Becky is stunned, was he not listening "Roger, what are you.."

As soon as Roger's hands broke the light the safe opened.

"That's what I figured." The voice said, "You did always manage to chicken out. I blame your Mom and your pussy ass Dad. You had a chance but you are an adult and I respect that... just kidding. Roger. You lied to your wife. I think you need to tell her about your debt."

The tape paused. Roger had gotten the check out of the safe but Becky was looking at him with a mixture of confusion and anger.

"What debt Roger?" Becky asked.

Roger wasn't paying attention to her. "Becky, I will explain all this later. You have to trust me, Honey. We can get out of here without a scratch, but we have to leave now."

There was a dreadful laugh. "Honey, Let me tell you about Roger." the voice said as the air illuminated with the same light.

Screens appeared in thin air and sparked to life. It was video, taken with security cameras, through people's phones and other recording devices.

"I believe the term is called found footage," The voice continued "your generation has too much goddamn time." there was a slight giggle or kind of. "This is Roger. Roger has a gambling problem and a hooker problem. I am guessing this wasn't fully discussed. You see the gambling problem leads to the hooker problem. He purchased all this on credit. Of course, as gangsters go, Malcolm was an understandable one and let Roger borrow a lot of money."

Roger was shaking. He knew all this was ture. He had wished he was able to tell Becky all this someday after the moeny was paid back. He had no way of knowing His great uncle was going to put it all out there for Becky to see.

Scene after scene of Roger in one sex act or another. He was fucking girls tied on beds, getting urinated on. Then, Roger would come to time and time again to an office and have a conversation and the scene switch to a track or a bar. Roger would most of the time get excited and yell for joy, the scene would then switch to another sex scene with Roger and various arrangements of women.

Roger was mortified but he knew what was coming next. "Becky," he said with swallow breath. "I will explain it all. We have to go now. NOW. It's enough money to pay him back. You have to trust me."

Becky was horrified. Who was this person she had married? He hadn't told her any of this. This was a nightmare.

"If this track is playing," the Voice said again, "Becky, you sweet thing, you still have a decision to make. I have reported to Malcolm where Roger is. He will be here shortly to collect his debt. Roger, you have 5 minutes to get gone. Say goodbye to Becky."

A digital timer set at 15:00 hung in mid-air. Roger stammered and stared at Becky "Please" is all he could say.

"No," Becky said, "I am staying. You lied to me. You told me I needed to stand up to my father because he had a personal grudge against you. He knew, He knew you were trouble. I defended you and now when it comes down to it you are a nasty coward. You rope me into this and now try to run from it." Becky slapped Roger

The digital clock starts.

"Run, Roger." the voice said "They are coming for ya. "

Roger stunned only for a second and runs out the door leaving his clothes and bag but has the check in hand.

Becky's face is red as she starts to cry.

the Door slams shut but the clock stays. All throughout the room is video feed of Roger running through the house. It even has a camera from his viewpoint.

"I am sorry Becky," the voice said. "since you now are the grieving widow of the late Roger Whitacor."

Other video feeds show other cars heading up the driveway.

"I should inform you, you have the opportunity to walk away with 5 billion dollars and a whole bunch of other crazy shit."

Roger gets into the car and tries to start it up. Becky is taken aback. "He is really going to leave me," she says out loud.

He pulls out the car dies. Their camera's in the car as well. Someone has been watching us the whole time, Becky thought. The other finally pull up and pull into a small arc blocking Roger's path.

"Becky Hanzel-Whitacor," the voice boomed "pay attention. If you agree. you have to do EVERYTHING I TELL YOU. If you succeed, which I know you will, you get it all."

Roger gets out of the car and tries to run away. He is quickly caught and dragged back in front of the car. A lightning bolt flashes and thunder cracks.

"BECKY" the Voice is urgent "LISTEN, forget Roger. He made his choice. you have yours in front of you. YES or NO?"

the countdown ends. Becky can feel hot tears following down her face. Roger is pleading with the men before they let loose a hail of gunfire at Roger. No one misses.

"YES!" cries Becky. It's more a wail than anything. She is frightened but oddly calm. There is nothing she can do about Roger now. All she can do is survive.

"Yes," Becky says again. "whatever you say."

There is silence. The images of the men cleaning up what is left of Roger and putting him into the trunk of the car. One of the screens shows a man grabbing the check from the inside of the car.

"Thank you. Mr. Carmine" the man said "right were ya told me he would be. Looks like the girl got away, huh?" He winks "Well, our business is done. We're square."

Becky can't look away. They place Roger's body in the trunk, set the car on fire and push it over the cliffside.

"Yes," she weakly says.