Issue #188 : More Than We Think
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Lyanne dropped the scalpels into the cleaning solution and walked to the back of the work room. The stainless steel of the autopsy bed glimmered from being cleaned and sanitized. The concrete floor was spotless, with any residual fluids or matter flushed out of the house. The walls had been cleaned thoroughly. Lyanne took a step back and scrutinized the room, not wanting to leave behind any suggestion of what she had done here. It was ironic that the actual disposal of the body was the easiest part of the process. The challenge was eliminating any sign that the body had been here in the first place.
She looked at the tabletop, at the last remaining piece of evidence. The man’s driver’s license was still there, the image staring up into the air as blankly as its owner now was. Lyanne traced a finger over the name, wondering who he had been before crossing paths with her. She wondered where he had been heading or where he thought he was going to end up. Chances are, it wasn’t in the basement of this house, never to be found. Lyanne opened the heavy door to the incinerator and tossed in the license. It joined the already smoldering remains as it started to boil and snap from the heat.
It was harder to find satisfaction doing this one at a time, but she had to admit that it did give her a reason to look forward to the weekend. And adding too many guests to her basement too quickly was just asking to get caught. As much as she hated limiting herself, it would be even worse in prison. She had to ration herself and be careful.
Morning came too quickly as she put on the clothes of her slave life. Her eyes felt swollen and blurry as she stumbled through it all, pretending how much she cared.
One of the big boys from the top floor bumped into her as she was passing with her mail cart.
“Watch out a little better, huh?” he called out at her over his shoulder. She nodded and even from that distance could hear him muttering to his friends. “…doesn’t even know what she has coming. She’ll find out soon enough.”
The laughter followed them out of the office and into the hallway. Lyanne returned to her mail and wondered if it would be a good time to make sure all the blades on her instruments were as sharp as she needed.
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