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Aug. 10th, 2019 11:43 pmI was going to kill Helen Classen but she was struck in traffic. My jobs had always had a tendency to go a little bit sideways although not in a major way. Just enough that I had to think on my feet. So while I waited for her to get home, I sat on her sofa finishing yesterday's Pad Thai take-out I'd found in her fridge. She wasn't going to be eating it and it was a crime to let good food go to waste.
Her death was going to be an accident. A drug overdose. No one was going to be surprised. Helen had a reputation and she took medication for her anxiety and depression. Those were always so easy to do although they took a little more pre-planning. Helen was a producer and she had burned one rich investor or studio exec too many it seemed. They weren't even after insurance money so it was straight up revenge.
I felt a little bad for Helen. She was a woman trying to make a living and if ripping off men was a way to do that, I couldn't really blame her. It's what I had done most my life.
I was projecting. It was a habit when I killed women. I had always seen myself as a victim of other people too. Except I wasn't going to not kill her so I didn't feel that badly.
She pulled into the driveway and let herself into the house. I looked up from where I was sitting, feet on the coffee table, leftovers on my lap.
She wasn't scared, she was slightly suspicious and visibly irritated.
"Did Chad send you?"
A guy named Chad had not sent me.
Actually a guy named Chad may have sent me. I didn't know who the client was. Maybe it was Chad. Guys with the name Chad did have a certain personality. Not to shit on anyone named Chad who was a legitimately a nice guy but I had never met one and everything I had ever heard about anyone named Chad led me to believe it was a cursed name meant for shitty people.
"Hi." I greeted. I smiled and put another forkfull of Pad Thai in my mouth. "I helped myself. Chad said it would fine."
I have a nice smile and a face that people trust. She rolled her eyes and set her purse and keys down before she slipped off her shoes, and then her coat. A hit had never gone quite like this before but if I got to finish my snack I wasn't going to complain. Helen went and poured herself a glass of wine. She didn't offer me any which was a little bit rude but it wasn't like I could drink it and for that matter it would be something I would need to clean up even if I could. The least amount of cleaning up I have to do, the better. If nothing else, at least I didn't have to dispose of the body this time.
"
Her death was going to be an accident. A drug overdose. No one was going to be surprised. Helen had a reputation and she took medication for her anxiety and depression. Those were always so easy to do although they took a little more pre-planning. Helen was a producer and she had burned one rich investor or studio exec too many it seemed. They weren't even after insurance money so it was straight up revenge.
I felt a little bad for Helen. She was a woman trying to make a living and if ripping off men was a way to do that, I couldn't really blame her. It's what I had done most my life.
I was projecting. It was a habit when I killed women. I had always seen myself as a victim of other people too. Except I wasn't going to not kill her so I didn't feel that badly.
She pulled into the driveway and let herself into the house. I looked up from where I was sitting, feet on the coffee table, leftovers on my lap.
She wasn't scared, she was slightly suspicious and visibly irritated.
"Did Chad send you?"
A guy named Chad had not sent me.
Actually a guy named Chad may have sent me. I didn't know who the client was. Maybe it was Chad. Guys with the name Chad did have a certain personality. Not to shit on anyone named Chad who was a legitimately a nice guy but I had never met one and everything I had ever heard about anyone named Chad led me to believe it was a cursed name meant for shitty people.
"Hi." I greeted. I smiled and put another forkfull of Pad Thai in my mouth. "I helped myself. Chad said it would fine."
I have a nice smile and a face that people trust. She rolled her eyes and set her purse and keys down before she slipped off her shoes, and then her coat. A hit had never gone quite like this before but if I got to finish my snack I wasn't going to complain. Helen went and poured herself a glass of wine. She didn't offer me any which was a little bit rude but it wasn't like I could drink it and for that matter it would be something I would need to clean up even if I could. The least amount of cleaning up I have to do, the better. If nothing else, at least I didn't have to dispose of the body this time.
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