Mirror of Conscience
Prologue
You should think that it should take more than a shot to ruin a life. It was because of her reputation that you should think she was invincible; assassins aren't – not even the good ones. With her past, you should think that she was, but she wasn't and that wasn't why she was killed.
One shot – one kill.
It didn't happen on a crime scene or when they were collecting a suspect. When brining in a witness, she was infected and didn't suspect a thing; she growled and assumed it was a mosquito bite or maybe a bruise from their fight yesterday. The symptoms started kicking in two days later, but because she refused to go to the hospital, it became worse and her veins were filled with what had caused the incident. She wasn't targeted or meant for the shot; somebody had to take it and she didn't know when the poison entered her system.
At 20.36 in the evening, her co-worker found her unconsciousness in her living room, red wine spilled at the nice white dress, she had been wearing because of their deal; they were going to celebrate that they'd caught the person who had been responsible for creating a virus before he had a chance to test it.
Her heart beat was so slow that he had to check twice to make sure she was still alive.
Should I continue?