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"He'll be easy to pick out," Jake ®MDRV¯says. "You don't want him shot or kidnaped, right?"
"I don't want him kidnaped. Absolutely. Shot, um. Would you be more happy to do it that way? I'll give you license to change."
In the end, after discussing drowning and shooting her husband, Bath ®MDRV¯seems satisfied that a car-bomb explosion ®MDRV¯will do the trick. "This has to look like a professional hit," she ®MDRV¯urges Jake time and again.
®MDRV¯It's all set then. All ®MDRV¯that's left ®MDRV¯is for Sharleen Bath to pay Jake the previously agreed-upon $2,000 in advance money. She hands Detective Ballentine $1,984 in Canadian and United States cash, apologizing for slightly miscalculating the value of the Canadian dollar.
Bath ®MDRV¯walks to her Lincoln. "Go ahead and take her off," Ballentine ®MDRV¯whispers into his hidden microphone. A small army of officers ®MDRV¯swoops in and ®MDRV¯arrests her without incident.
As Ballentine ®MDRV¯processes Bath's paperwork at the downtown Phoenix police station, he ®MDRV¯asks her the $1 million question: How in the world had she come to ask Guns for Hire for someone to murder her husband?
"She looked in the phone book," the detective later wrote of her response, "and found Outlaws Casino under `Casinos.'"
Her logic had run something like this--casinos, Mafia, hit men. She had considered calling motorcycle clubs and an Italian-American association.
But Outlaws Casino isn't a Mafia front. It's another Leigh Wilson