Shiv… check.
Money… check.
Mobile… check.
Red heels and mini dress… check.
A simple list for a simple kill. Even my goal was simple really; meet Brittany, invite her home, ravish her, then while she's sleeping slit her throat. The shiv for security purposes; a mobile, because really, what female leaves the house without a mobile; and lastly the money for the coffee.
The plan was simple yet intricate. Genius, if I do say so myself. Miss Pierce frequented a little coffee shop downtown; I was to go check out the coffee at coincidentally the same time she visits and there we were to meet; we'd hit it off; one thing would lead to another; I'd get laid and 3.5 million dollars.
It was perfect.
Too perfect.