Jun 12, 2005 13:52
‘What is it with Americans and wanting everything solved by violent means?’ I have to wonder as I wipe the gun I’d just used clear of fingerprints. Of course no one has my prints on file anywhere but a girl can never be too careful. Murder would be such an ugly thing to be convicted of.
‘Okay, once more go through your mental checklist,’ I told myself.
Door broken but not noticeably until you actually try and open it... check.
Fingerprints wiped clean... check.
No telltale evidence left on the body or scene... check.
Gun only traceable to some old lady in Idaho... check.
It really is a shame that any life should have to end this way. I’m almost tempted to feel sorry for the poor soul but in all honesty it won’t do either of us any good at the moment. I snap a quick shot of the body so that Senior Smokey can have proof that the deed is done.
The last thing I do is go to the bathroom and check that no part of my disguise got marred during the unfortunate confrontation. I’ll have to change back out of this when I’ve put enough distance between this place and myself but for now it has to stick.
After one last look around I leave as quietly and anonymously as I came.