Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek or it's characters.
This chapter was inspired by Carrie Underwood's "Two Black Cadillacs" and "Running" by MALINDA.
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It was a quiet evening at Garek's shop, that found the cardassian up late programming some replicator patterns for a new suit design. He wasn't expecting any customers at this hour, but welcomed the bajoran woman who entered non-the-less.
"Hello, anything in particular you're looking for?" Garek circles around a rack of dresses to get a better look at the woman.
She was a petite thing. Very pretty. Her hair was up in a simple bun and she wore a simple, yet tasteful, red dress. Everything about her was simple, unremarkable.
Everything except her request.
"I want you to kill my husband."
"Straight to the point I see." He gave her a another once over, to reevaluate his guest. Beckoning her to the back of his shop where prying eyes wouldn't see them, he asks, "Are you sure you wouldn't rather a new gown? I just received a shipment of fabrics from the Northern Province that are just stunning."
"I didn't come for a dress, Mr. Garek."
"Perhaps a scarf?" Garek opens a door, holding it open for her while glancing back to ensure no one had overheard their conversation. "You would be surprised what a simple accessory can do for an outfit."
The woman waits for him to close the door before responding. "I need it to look like an accident."
"Are you certain of this course of action?"
"Very."
"Hm, If you don't mind me asking, what has your husband done to cause you to wish his demise?"
"That is my business." Her lips pinched briefly before handing him a data-pad, "I am willing to pay you handsomely. This is his work schedule and a list of the places he frequents."
Garak scrolls through the list, mildly impressed by the detailed information.
"So, will you do it?"
Garak raises his head to smile at the woman.
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Killing the woman's husband didn't take long. Every day on his way home from work the man would stop at a bakery. It was all too easy to poison his favorite pastry with an untraceable poison.
It was even easier discovering the wife's motives for wanting her husband killed.
It was times like these Garak was reminded of an old human saying. "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. In this case, two."
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"Thank you."
"No need to thank me. You would have done the same in my place."
"Still, you loved him too."
The woman in red turned to her companion. "I did. But once I was made aware of the truth, I realized something."
Her younger friend raised a brow in question.
"He never truly cared for us. He wanted a girl who was crazy enough to bow down to him." Her eyes burned at the memory of her late husband and how he treated her. How he treated both women. "Not just one, but two. Girls who would play by the rules and never ask for more."
The younger woman frowned in thought.
The woman in red smiled ruefully. "He was a fool to run to us for that."
"...so what now?"
"Now? Now we hide and try to live a quiet life. I trust the Cardassian's abilities to hide his tracks, but it never hurts to be too careful."
"And your son? Gotham?"
"He's coming with us of course."
"I realize that. But how are you going to explain all this to him?"
"I haven't told Gotham about his father's unfaithfulness, if that's what you mean. No, he's only five. When he's older, I'll explain."
"I understand."
"Hm, thank you." The woman in red stands up, gloved hand held out to her younger companion. "Come along now, There's no reason to stick around here any longer."
"Where are we going?"
"I was thinking the planet Rettylf. I've heard good things about the people there."
"Oh! My mother is from Rettylf!"
"Excellent! Consider it a family reunion!"
"It will be good to see my parents again. My father has returned recently."
"I thought he was dead?"
"That's what we thought. Funny story actually…"
