Out of Control

A Tangled Web

You shouldn't have signed that stupid prenup.  Now you've got yourself all tangled up."

Ron hurled a mug across the room.

"Get ahold of yourself.  There's no reason why you can't have your cake and eat it too."

"I wish," Ron muttered.

Matt scribbled a phone number on a piece of paper, handed it to Ron.  "Call Tony, he'll take care of everything."

Ron shook his head, crumbled the paper.  "You're out of your mind.  It's too risky."

"Suit yourself.  Bet she knows all about your little rendezvous."

Ron sighed.  The thought of getting kicked out on the streets made him nervous.  No.  He could never go back to driving a limo.  He picked up the phone and called Tony.

Later that day, Ron's heart sunk as he spotted a man strutting toward him in the park wearing an old raincoat. The man looked as if he'd just stepped off the set of a Colombo TV drama.

"Matt's cousin?"

Ron nodded.

Tony extended a tattooed hand.  I'm Detective Colombo."

This is just great, Ron thought.  The man is an idiot.

Tony flopped down on the bench beside him.  "You should see the look on your face.  Lighten up."

"Hope you can manage the job," Ron said, going over the details.

"It'll be a piece of cake," Tony assured him.

Home Alone

Sally opened the door but kept the latch on.

"You're at the wrong house. I don't have a leak."

"Sixty Willow Road?"

"Yes, but I didn't call the gas company."

"Maybe your husband or someone else did."

"I don't think so."

Since I'm here, why don't you let me check it out?"

"Okay," Sally said, opening the door.

"The young man walked in; but before Sally could close the door another man strode in brandishing a gun.

Trapped

"Why are you doing this to me?" Roger.

Roger tightened the cord on Emily's wrists.  "Greed, my dear."

"You're not going to get away with it."

"And just who's going to stop me?  I'll be long gone before your nephew gets here," Roger said, slapping a tape over Emily's mouth.

 … “So long Emily, nice knowing you,” Roger said, closing the door of her hotel room behind him.

… He stopped.  “How on earth am I going to get on the elevator…?” It’s like Fort Knox around here…