Georgia took the prepaid visa card out of her wallet and handed it to the cashier. The faster she could get out of this place, the faster she would be back home safe and sound in her apartment. If it hadn't been for that damned teenage kid she'd hired to run her errands, she wouldn't be in this mess in the first place.
She had too much on her plate and didn't need another distraction to delay her next job. She watched the puzzled look on the cashier's face as she handed the card back to her and said, "I'm sorry, but your balance says zero dollars. Would you like to add funds to the card?"
Georgia shook her head in response to the cashier's question and let out a heavy sigh. She hated using a prepaid, but it was the only way she couldn't be traced and she expected all of her clients to honor her prepay request. This client apparently hadn't. And it didn't take much knowledge to know it meant he wasn't going to pay her for this job.
Georgia's bitterness turned to anger as she walked away without a word to the cashier and headed out of the store. No one bailed on payment. No one. And the teenage kid tied up in the trunk of her car was proof enough of that. She just hoped no one could smell his fresh dead corpse from the blasted heat wave.