Cindy Evans sat in the dark, dirty toilet in the Laugh Track as she lit a cigarette nervously. She shook her head and buried her face in her hands. How can Gary be so stupid?
Her phone vibrates in her pocket. She hurriedly looks at the message. It was Gary.
"What's the emergency?" the message read.
"You moron. They found her" Cindy messaged back, her phone getting all wet from the sweat in her palms.
"Are you sure?" Gary texted back.
"When they match her DNA to the hairbrush I gave them, they're going to trace it back to us" Cindy answered.
Cindy stared at her phone. It took a while before Gary answered.
"I'll take care of it"