"This was not planned, you know better than that. I hate to waste it." He looked down at the blood. "I knicked the artiery in the struggle before I could really get my teeth in." He looked to the wall and repeated. "Such a waste."


"I already have a plan, just do me the favor of getting me a suitable shirt." He held his card over to her with his clean hand. He planned to slit the mans throat with a knife that was inside his coat wipe the finger prints and toss it in the dumpster to make it look sloppy, his dna was no where on file he had no intention of ever letting anyone get it either.