Your job you ask, oh my dear you are truly as vapid as ever. You were a simple distraction, something pretty for the staff to look at. Apparently that boy, Brent I believe, was more intriguing to you than our plans success. Quit crying you, I know you remember the pain we endured. You can't tell me that you didn't realize that it was your fault. You see Brent, that boy you were talking to, he is Jeffery's brother. When you told him the details of the plan, names and all, you condemned us. We were going to be free, finally free. Who am I kidding freedom isn't real, learned that one the hard way. Dear April, must I explain everything to you?

The plan exactly, this shall be difficult to explain, it was the first time. You see, Jeffery was deathly allergic to strawberries, even my perfume gave him fits. With that the idea began. I'm quiet handy with computers, and Jeffery always used the same one. Every time he got online the first thing he would do is check his email. So it hit me, if I linked a controlled dose of my strawberry perfume to the sequence of key strokes that was his email password, I could kill him without anyone noticing, or even knowing who did it. The authorities could never track the perfume either, for it was the most popular in town. It was the perfect plan, not a flaw in sight.

The day had perfect only a few people in the coffee lounge. I sat down in Jeffery's spot, which hadn't looked suspicious because someone else had chosen to use my preferred computer. As I began to work on rigging the keyboard to the perfume device, you had placed our order. I had gotten the device completely rigged, was just down to finishing the programming involved, when you got to chatting. You told Brent everything. Was it his messy light brown hair, his sea green eyes, or his staggering height that did you in? You had no shot with him, you should have seen that. But you tried anyway, talking about me sitting and programming a computer to kill his brother. You did your job perfectly. No April, that wasn't a compliment that was sarcasm. Anyway that bulky 6 foot 4 inches in height, can move quickly when it wants to, those piercing green eyes enough to puncture your soul. The body slam that followed your brilliance, really fucking hurt. Soon after I began to regain consciousness, I heard the sirens. It was over. One way or another, sooner or later, we were going to die.

We got stuffed into the back of the squad car; they weren't kind at all about it. No one knew fully what we did at the time. I understand that you had meant no harm by talking to Brent, but then again, I told you that we were there on business. The cops raced back to the station, the driver wasn't bad looking. He seemed all too excited to have a real case to investigate. He wore a childish grin the whole time he drove. The other man, older and quiet, fit every stereotype you could think of, he was obese, balding, and eating a doughnut the whole trip. I had picked the lock on my hand cuffs. That prick clamped them down way to tight, but I kept my hands behind my back as to not raise alarm. You balled the whole trip, you honestly had no idea what was going on. I had no idea what to expect, I had never been gotten caught before.