With an exhausted sigh, Dirk Crozier unlocked the door to his business office at exactly 8:53 to begin another night of work. As he walked through the doorway, he threw his hat in the general direction of his coatrack. It missed, of course, but Crozier didn't bother to pick it up. He carefully walked over the old faded dark-red rug, passing between the two ratty old chairs that he always kept for any customers, and slowly …showed first 75 words of 11338 total…

…showed last 75 words of 11338 total…Even if she had known, she wouldn’t have thought it much mattered. All she cared about was that her days of being an amateur criminal were over, and that no one and nothing would be able to stop her now. Behind her retreating footsteps, Dirk Crozier lay on the rug, his life slowly slipping away while blood from his bullet wound stained at least a portion of his carpet back to its original color.