Watching from the side, Sophie let a cigarette dangle from the side of her mouth. It was an hour from now he was expected to exit the building, walk down those steps. Just another job. She felt the weight of the gun in one pocket, the packet of money in the other. Blood money some might say. She said vacation with the kids.
She watched as he exited, took the gun from her pocket, prepared to shoot.
Florida’s nice this time of year.
It was over in a matter of seconds. Screams rang out and Sophie discreetly exited the scene.
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