"Did the sun rise from the west today?"
Amos Smith took off his jacket, hung it on the coat rack, and turned to glance at the young girl sitting on the sofa, his lips curling up further.
"Let me guess... you have a favor to ask?"
Bertha Haines thought this man was terrifying, as if he could see right through her. No matter what she did, she couldn't hide it from him.
"I do have a favor to ask."
Bertha Haines put down her coffee cup, then sat upright on the sofa and replied to Amos Smith.
"My grandfather is in the hospital now. He was so angered by Edgar Norris that he had a stroke and almost couldn't be saved."
Amos Smith raised an eyebrow, already guessing the reason the young girl had come to him today.
"You want to deal with him?"
Bertha Haines didn't hesitate: "Yes."
Amos Smith gave her a few choices: "Kill him? Cripple him?"
Although Bertha Haines wanted to kill Edgar Norris, murder is illegal, so she hesitated a bit.
"Can you get him into prison?"
