“Have you confirmed it’s done to his wife?” I ask her whilst stuffing my clothes in a plastic bag.
She grins at me, taking a theatrical bow. “Did so as soon as I heard the end of your glorious speech.”
Regina might not get her hands physically dirty, but my girl’s mind is as morbidly corrupt as my own. It’s only natural, given what we do.
“I’m gonna shower then head to Mom’s to make breakfast, you okay to burn these?” I ask, tying the knot tight, the rustle of plastic serving as a reminder the job is done—I can switch off.
“Always.” She takes the bag from me and heads towards the door, off to incinerate the only piece of evidence tying me to the crime.
She pauses at the threshold when I call out to her, “You sure you don’t want to come?”
Regina’s parents live a couple blocks away from mine. She was practically family when we were growing up; we’ve been inseparable since we were toddlers.
“Nah, I’m good. That bagel place near town will open in a few hours, I’ll grab something then. I’ll likely be staying up until then to create my own failsafe.”
I chuckle at her answer. One thing Regina is, is thorough. She doesn’t take well to stumbling blocks.
It causes an itch in her brain that needs claws raked over it immediately. Especially seeing as we vet all marks for weeks, the fact she stumbled upon trouble intercepting the CCTV will drive her insane. Until she cracks a solution, of course.
Almostfourhourslater,I’m pulling into the driveway of my childhood home.
The state of Kingstone is the largest in the United States, and my birthplace is nestled within the woodlands that border the capital city of Harrison, like the majority of its land.
It’s just trees and peaks as far as the eye can see.
My childhood home is pretty modest compared to most in the area; the closer to the capital you get, the more lavish the homes are.
It once felt like a secure compound behind the gate, and I try my best to visit at least once a month, but there’s just too much heartbreak that taints the air to allow me to stay long.
Besides, I discovered the city is a breeding ground for a specific pocket of the corrupt upper class.
Harrison is the heart that beats for the rich, sick and twisted bunch of tyrant assholes belonging to our state.
I walk through the foyer and into the dining room, my older sister—Louisa—surprisingly perched at the table.
It’s almost 9am, and I had to rearrange Mom’s dinner plans last night, seeing as I was rather preoccupied.
“Jesus Christ, am I high?” I joke, watching Louisa drag her annoyed gaze from her phone to me.
“Seeing as you would need to be for that outfit in daylight, then most likely.”
Louisa and I began sparking off each other in our later years. More so once she got back from working abroad for a year.
She returned with a bad-ass attitude and a lack of time to spend with family.
She was a hell of a lot meaner, but as the years have passed, I’ve labelled it a diva complex now.
Where I show traits from both of our parents, she shows fucking nothing.
It often has me wondering whether she made a satanic deal to have her personality swapped during her time away.
Either way, it benefits her career, so I guess it suits her.
The only time I can guarantee to see her is at Christmas, and that’s a big maybe.
Or like now for instance, a less-than-convenient visiting time because it’s likely the only spare time she has.
My sister is the Senator of our state, and that means she’s always grasping for time to spend with family. If it isn’t work related, her efforts are minimal.
