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Mafia madness week - assassination
She’d spent two weeks watching the house. That was the disadvantage of poison. With a shooting, all you had to do was find out where the target was going to be and the right place to aim from, but making death look accidental was a much finer craft.
But now was the perfect opportunity. Rowena removed her oversized hoodie, revealing the tight clothing that would help prevent any skin cells or fibres contaminate the house. Getting in was easy enough, their security was poor, and from there all she had to do was get to the target’s office.
On a large desk, there was a glass and a large crystal decanter of whiskey which Rowena knew was only drunk by her target once everyone else was asleep. She pulled out a small bottle of cyanide.
She swirled some around the glass, coating the inside, and poured the rest of the bottle into the decanter, stirring it with a pencil she found on his desk. Finally, everything was wiped clean, leaving no trace of a stranger who left as she came: quietly through the back door.
Watching was her least favourite part. Making sure the target was actually dead and there was no one who could piece together the pieces. At least it was warm.
She shifted until she could see the man again, seizing on the floor. He was middle-aged; a banker with a wife and two kids. Rowena just hoped his daughters weren’t the ones to find him dead. Actually, worse would be if they walked in now and tried to call an ambulance. Then she’d have to kill them too.
It was a while after the convulsions had stopped that Rowena finally moved. Getting into the house when no one was there was one thing - having a sleeping family and a dead person in it was another.
This time she scaled the wall of the house, going in through the office window rather than the back door. It only took a second to check he was dead, and then she got to work tidying: emptying what was left in the decanter and refilling it with clean whiskey, wiping the glass, and wiping away any cyanide from his lips.
Happy there could be no evidence leading back to her she left as she came, the only sound being a motorbike as she drove home.
