Take a trip down the rabbit hole, thought David to him self. He imagined what putting a slug in to a six year old would feel like. He was glad he didn’t have to stab her. There was always that horrible ripping sound as the skin tore open. Then the salty smell as blood eagerly escaped the capture. Always a horrible fucking mess. Not that he ever cleaned it up, but it was there. The last traces of DNA clinging to the carpet. He wondered if six year olds bleed more then other human beings, but didn’t get much time to ponder this when the phone rang.
“She’s going to her aunts house tomorrow, you will have three hours to get it done” replied the gruff voice when he answered with a brisk “what”.
Three hours would be plenty of time. Hell, it might even be enough time to kill the little girl, and have some much needed vodka.
She had seen too much. More then she should have seen, more then she would ever remember but her meeting with the grand jury was coming. David had to shut her up and he would tomorrow.