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Caralee is a terror.
The sound of the cop cars were drawing closer. Caralee’s hands were dripping with hot wet sticky blood. Not her own.
Her babysitter, when she was not yet 4, had predicted it. An odd man called Jay who once tried to sell her to a crack seller, said that she was a “terror”. He was right.
See, Caralee, after graduating from high school, driven mad by witnessing the brutal murder of her best friend Eunice, became a hitman-for-hire. Quite an odd career choice, but it’s not to say it wasn’t expected.
She had just eliminated a US government official. Ironically, she was a girl that she knew from high school, Julie. She felt a weird heaviness killing Julie that she never usually felt on the job, partially because she had saved her, and her remaining friends lives years before and partially because she was honestly a lovely girl. Emphasis on the was.
Poor Julie Jenkins, Caralee thought, but- it’s not like she could do anything now. Could she?
But Caralee, pays the bills.