Johnson’s representative said, “Paul, she has to be killed and it has to look like an accident.”
Paul was stunned and said, “I don’t know if I can do it.”
“We can have her killed, but damn it man, do your job! The sooner the better!”
With tears in his eyes, Paul said, “Damn you all! I’ll do it.”
When Margo returned, Paul kissed her with the greatest passion he had ever felt, leading her to the bedroom. They made love. “I just wanted you to know how much I love you,” whispered Paul. “Let’s do something exciting tomorrow.”
“Like what?”
“Let’s go biking in the mountains,” he suggested.
“Sounds like fun” said Margo.
The next day, they got an early start leaving long before sunrise. Shortly after sunrise they were cycling high above the rocky North Sea coast with waves crashing far below. The view was breathtakingly beautiful. The bright sunshine, sparkling bright blue sky, and fresh mountain air, combined with the ever present fresh green forests made for a perfect morning.
Paul closed the gap between himself and Margo as if to whisper a sweet thought into her ear when the unthinkable occurred. Paul’s arm shot out and pushed Margo over the near path’s edge, sending her tumbling through the crisp mountain air toward the unforgiving rocks below. Her screams shattered the morning calmness. She bounced off the unforgiving rocks and slipped into the cold frigid waters of the North Sea. The deed was done. She was gone.