A bit dark.

"Is this about the money?" Candice asked, standing in that sleazy suit that did nothing to hide that considerable gut.

"No, and it never was." Joseph said in a thick New Jersey accent. "All this, it was never about that. Here, you can have every cent of what you just paid back."

A feminine hand extended out and held out the briefcase, which Candice took.

"Then why?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Joseph asked with an amused look. "I have your body now. Hell, loot this place for every dime, clean out all of my accounts, I'll give you the passwords and account numbers, I don't give a fuck. I'd do it quick, though. There might be some people that are scarier than me that will be coming around soon."

"What did you do?" Candice asked, her now-deep masculine voice shaking slightly. Whether it was fear or anger Joseph didn't know and didn't care either way. Both were appropriate emotions to be feeling right now,

"You want to ask them? And, as far as they're concerned, you did it, and don't think that scar on your head will help in any way convince them otherwise. I'll leave you to decide on your next course of action, but I'd get moving. I'll just say that I did write it all down and it is in my desk drawers. You'll want that money to get away."

With that, Joseph left, a sarcastic sway of the ass as he left with her body! She wanted to scream, to panic, but no, she knew he wasn't joking, and she realized if it was as bad as she guessed she'd need every cent to survive.

She looked inside and, true to his word, she found them easily enough. She checked each drawer quickly and looked around for any cash she could use right away, forgetting for just a moment about the considerable sum she had in the briefcase. After a minute she realized her error, grabbed the briefcase and went for the door, reaching for it just as it opened and a large, burly man entered the room.

Joseph kept walking, hearing the sound of a silenced gun being fired twice, with a bit of a delay between shots. He knew what that meant and his pace started to slow and he relaxed a little. Now, he hadn't known it would be that soon, he figured she had more time than that, at least enough to skip town. He sighed and inwardly shrugged. Maybe this was for the best for him. The only person who would have been willing to talk was likely in no position for talking anymore, and no one would believe that old doctor. He was in the clear, with all his money untouched, not just the accounts he had left for her to use. Good for him, he guessed.