She stared at her kill keeping the safe distance of ten feet away. He was a short, stout man, filthy rich and made an enemy. She had seen the type before the man thought he was on top of the world, well what goes up must come down. She licked her lips slightly, her fingers ran over the dagger under her denim covered thigh and suddenly the man was alone she saw opportunity knocking on her door and she took it. The dagger was removed with ease from its shelter and she in a lightening fast pace threw it straight into his brain, the man felt no pain but she enjoyed the sight of his blood a giggle erupted from her throat and she removed the dagger and in place let a black ribbon fall. Seely was out before anyone knew she was there. The voices were telling her the next person to kill and with the proper amount of money from the right person she would.