The red Honda left the parking lot with Evan at the wheel and the unwrapped bagel sandwich in his hand.
This was the first time he’d felt any regret over killing. All the others had been strangers, not someone who’d always been friendly with him.
As soon as he’d finished with the spray can, he’d taken Amber’s hand and sat holding it for the full minute and a half it had taken for her heart to stop. He hoped the gesture had been comforting to her in the end. Then he got up and, leaving the FoamX can behind, closed her office door and unlocked the main doors.
This should seem normal to those arriving for work. It wasn’t uncommon for Amber to close herself in her office, limiting her distractions as she navigated the bureaucracy that came with her position. With any luck, it would be midmo
