I grabbed the bag of money and headed to my car, not once looking back to where I had ruthlessly killed a innocent man. Well, I wouldn't say innocent because he had assaulted me, but I did ruthlessly kill him, that wasn't the point though.
I threw the bag of money to the passenger seat of my Chrysler 300, putting the pistol I used to shoot Garret in my glove department, pressing my engine button, starting my car. I put the address to Garret's house in my GPS system and pulled out of the parking lot.
I drove for a good while before I finally got to Garret's house. Walking inside the house was Garret's wife and his little girl. The women was on her phone with a worried look on her face. I smirked, guess Garret's gonna be home late tonight.
I drove away from the house, circling around the neighborhood, parking around the block. Getting out, locking my car door, I walked towards Garret's house, hearing my heels click against the concrete road. Getting up to the door, I rung the doorbell, waiting for an answer. This should be fun.
Garret's wife slung opened the door with allot of force, "Can I help you women?"
Ts, ts, ts, bad choice wife, I'm gonna make you pay for that. "Hi, I'm Garret's sister. I'm so sorry I came late, I just wanted to get a chance to meet you."
She seemed to get nice after that, like that was gonna help anything, "No, it's okay. Come in."
I walked in behind her after she invited me in and I was led to the den, where I sat down at. "Once again, I am so sorry for coming this late."
"It's fine, Garret's family is my family." She told me, smiling, "Isn't it weird that Garret hasn't mentioned you though, I mean, we've been married for a year now, I think he should have told me."
Oh, shut up women, I could care less. "That's because Garret and I just started back speaking, we stopped talking when I went off to college. I think he's just making sure we're on good terms before telling you. Where is Garret anyway? Is he sleeping? He's such a old man."
She laughed, only if she knew. "No, actually, he hasn't returned from work yet and I'm getting a bit worried."
I gave her an assuring smile, "Oh, he's fine! Men get caught up at work all the time, he'll probably walk through that door any minute now."
"You have such a positive attitude...." She paused, looking at me for my name.
"Lauren." I told her, "Lauren Simpson."
"It's really nice meeting you Lauren, I'm Jessica." She said, holding out her hand for me to shake it and I did. "I was just brewing some tea, would you like some?"
I nodded my head, even though I hated tea, it was so disgusting. "Sure, thanks."
"No problem, Lauren." Jessica said, getting up, getting ready to walk out, "You can join me."
God, she's so easy. I got up and walked behind her, right to the kitchen, with the knife's, even better. "What a lovely home you have."
"Oh thanks," She said, pulling tea cups from her cabinet, moving over to the tea that was on the stove. "Garret's mother helped me decorate it before she died."
Blah, blah, blah, I don't care. I've spent enough time here, it's time to finish this. I walked over to her rack of knife's, pulling each one out, trying to see which one I wanted to use. The very last one I pulled out was a huge butcher knife, and it was perfect for my perfect kill.
"What are you doing?" I heard Jessica asked, then she walked over to me, looking at the knife I held. "Lauren? Are you okay? Put the knife down."
I turned around facing her, the knife still in my hand. "Oh please shut up, your voice is like a person's nails scratching against a chalkboard."
