Then, she headed into the men’s room, checking it out. He was on the phone, and she could hear him showering at the same time.
“Yeah, I’m going to have to cancel,” he stated. “I just met this sweet piece of Russian ass. I’m going to take her out, slip her something good, and take her to a motel.”
The place was getting steamy as she screwed on the silencer to her gun.
“Yeah, I’ll dump her ass somewhere. I just never fucked an honest-to-God Russian before. I’ll let you know how that goes,” he stated. “Wish me luck.”
When she heard the curtain close, she moved closer, and saw the only shower being used, so she knew where he’d be.
A rape drug?
Tsk.
Tsk.
Now, it was more than just taking out the loose ends. Now, it was also about taking out a foul piece of shit.
As she approached, he was whistling.
When she whipped back the curtain, he spun and saw the gun.
“Mercenaries don’t use their real names, jackhole,” she said, dropping the accent.
Then, she double-tapped him in the head, making him drop to the floor as the wall behind him was smeared with brains and blood.
As he sat there, she turned up the heat on the shower, took his phone, closed the curtain, and crossed to the closestbasket of towels. There, she lit a fire, dumping accelerant from her bag of tricks into it.
Then, she ripped the smoke detector off the wall, and headed out, tossing that match into the now, highly flammable material.
Heading out, she waved at the woman behind the desk.
“I think I’ll see you tomorrow to sign up!” she said, leaving to get in her car.
As she drove down the square, she moved to a better vantage point. That’s when she saw the billows of smoke and people leaving the building.
It appeared she’d successfully taken out the trash.
When the firetrucks came, she watched the building engulfed in flames.
By the time they found the bullet, this would be a cold case on someone’s desk.
Jinx pulled off her wig and carefully peeled off the prosthetic nose and brow piece that altered her face. Now, she’d never be spotted on any of the other businesses' cameras.
Or at the airport returning home.
Turning off the man’s phone, she picked hers up and made a call.
To the boss lady.
When Maura answered, she was on the com. Jinx could hear the static and sounds around her, so she made it short and sweet.
“Mission accomplished,” she said. “One down. Tell my husband all is well. I’m heading home. Tell Gene to transfer funds to the women’s shelter.”
Maura got the message.
“See you back inNOLA. Good work, Jinxy. Get out of there.”
That was the plan.
