In fact, I was so sure of it and so sure that I wanted out that I began to formulate a lot in my mind, a plot to kill Devlin, Hank and Harold. I was tired of sleeping with idiots and running errands for obscene jerks. even prison was better than what i was putting up with, but I wasn't going to prison, not willingly anyway.
Also, I would take no chances on some weird twist of fate resurrecting these morons from the dead. It was clear to me that I was existing in a world where anything was possible. So when Devlin came in for his "fun" I wrapped my slender, nimble legs around his puny neck. I'd seen my aunts wring enough chicken heads off back home that I knew just how to turn, just how to twist. I felt the crack between my knees and watched the horrified look on Devlin's face as the life went out of his eyes and for a moment, I felt sad that I had killed him, but what was done was done. His body expelled all his fluids. i almost puked, but at least it was proof that he was dead.
Now I had to dispose of his body and get out of this motel room. First order of business was to get out of the chair. I fished around in dead Devlin's pocket with my toes until I found his pocket knife. With those same limber legs that had freed me from having to have sex with this freak, I brought the knife to my mouth and opened it with my teeth. Then I awkwardly cut through the ropes enough to loosen them. I was able to free myself now.
I went to Devlin's closet. He was bigger than me, but disguising myself as a man wouldn't be that hard. I ended up in a pair of khaki pants which i belted around my waist as tightly as i could, a T-shirt and a denim jacket that nicely concealed my feminine attributes. I just put them all on over the thin top and shorts that I happened to be wearing. But shoes? His feet were bigger than mine. I found a pair hiking boots and stuffed the toes with toilet paper. I stuck the stilettos I'd worn into my pocket. Now, the only task remaining was how to get rid of the body, 160 pounds of dead weight, and the longer I waited the stiffer it would become. Did he go to Hell? I wondered and would I go for sending him there? "No time for that," I told myself. "Think clearly."
I let my gaze wander around the room. Next step. Clean up every trace of evidence that id been there and as I cleaned, it hit me. There had to be some way to help him break his own neck. Sure the forensic people would figure it out eventually, but that would give me time to carry out my plans for H&H. Then it hit me. The rope. I used the very rope that I'd been tied with. I tied the cut pieces back together, made a noose, eased it around the old boy's neck, then tied the other end to a bed post. We were about fifteen stories up. I opened a window, drug old Devlin across the floor. Funny how strong adrenaline can make a person. I pulled him onto the window sill then gave him a shove. Devlin was swinging by his neck fifteen stories above the street and me? I calmly exited the building and walked away before anyone had even looked up and seen him swinging there. For now I was free. I was no longer a whore, no longer a cop. I was an assassin and I had one agenda. Get Hank and Harold out of my life for good.