The night was quiet outside Elizabeth's hotel window, but inside her suite, the silence was filled with deadly purpose.
She sat at the edge of the bed, phone pressed to her ear.
"Has the job been done?" she asked, her voice calm but deadly. Her face held no emotion, only quiet anticipation.
"Yes ma'am," came the gruff voice from the other end. "It was clean. No traces. No witnesses. Nobody will even think to look your way."
Elizabeth leaned back slowly, a thin smile spreading across her lips. "Good. Your remaining balance will be wired tonight. Make sure you're on a flight out of the country before midnight."
"Yes ma'am."
She ended the call, letting the phone slip from her hand. Her fingers trembled slightly, not from fear, but from thrill.
'Who cares if they suspect me? Speculation is not evidence,' she thought. 'And suspicion dies without proof.'
She stood and walked toward the window, staring down at the city lights below. The darkness seemed to welcome her decision.
