I had actually sat and contemplated ways of killing somebody without people finding out. It would be perfect, precise, clean. I had always pictured it, that it would be exactly the way I wanted it to be. I got it wrong.
It started the way I had it planned. She didn’t know that I was there, couldn’t see me. The most perfect target there could be, innocent, so flawless. She would never know until it was too late, that I had been two steps behind her all day.