
I know I can rent a heart starter at Hamlet for about 3000,- kr. Because of my clients’ perverse needs, I know many things. I know how much it costs to rent Krystalgade for private parking, National Gallery for a cocktail party or rent a helicopter and then throw the clients out in the open sea (I told you my clients are perverts). I also know how much I have to pay for a pretentious royal opera singer to entertain my party. No, I don’t know how much a not so pretentious opera singer costs, as far as I know, they don’t exist.
And my husband keeps telling me I have no idea what things cost!
So tomorrow I will pass by Hamlet and pick-up the heart starter. But I am getting my doubts. If my husband dies, my in-laws might be able to convince the police that I am a psychopath, and did murder my husband. This is only because they have no sense of humor. I often tell them that I have made a very favorable life insurance in their name, so I might very soon kill them. I am not so stupid I would kill them; I would hire a hit man to do the dirty work.
So I have to get rid of my husband's body if things go wrong. I saw once a film where Jean Reno got a dead man to disappear with some acid in a bathtub. That looked very easy; I think I can manage that. And as my bathtub has some annoying rubber marks from the anti-slide carpet, the acid will take care of that, too. Zwei Fliegen mit einer Klappe schlagen !
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