I didn’t look at his name. From the moment I opened the envelope he had no name, he was only the target. Now I had to find him and eliminate him. Preferably in a manner that did not involve me ending up in jail or ruining my Versace dress or Jimmy Choos. I slid the package into a hidden compartment under my seat and locked it so it would be safe from anyone snooping. I then turned my Mustang over to the boys at the valet station and entered the party for the second time that night.
“Where’s the nearest men’s room?”
I hid behind a heavy stand of plants near the top of a steep flight of stairs to wait. It wasn’t long before my prey came into sight. He was staggering slightly making my job even easier. As he paused a moment at the top of the stairs, probably to be sure of his footing in his impaired state, I silently slipped up behind him, holding my breath. This had to look like an accident.
In one quick move, I reached around him, put one hand on his chin and one on the side of his head. Pushing hard with my right hand, I pulled with the left until I heard the “snap!” I dropped his lifeless body down the stairs. To most coroners and forensic investigators, it would appear he had fallen down the stairs and broken his neck.
The real world is not like the television shows. Police departments aren’t overflowing with high tech gadgetry that can determine a neck was snapped seconds before the body tumbled down the stairs. In the real world a dead drunk at the bottom of a staircase with a broken neck is a sad mishap that won’t cost the taxpayers any money to investigate.
After a quick once over to be sure I left no trace of my presence there, I hurried down the path to the restrooms, and went into the ladies room to wait for the body to be discovered. It would be much less suspicious for me to be just a guest that was in the restroom when a tragedy occurred than to be caught trying to put as much distance between myself and the body as possible. It also would help to explain my presence on the path in case anyone had seen me go toward the stairs. I was still checking my dress and shoes for any damage or stray plant matter when I heard a woman’s scream.