Notes: This fic contains spoilers for Season 3.
I don't know why, but when Sara died, I assumed her killer was a woman. It could just be that I don't want Sara's life to have been ended by another violent act committed by a man.
Her feet fell silently against the pavement as she pursued her prey. It had been sloppy of her not to take him out the night he saw her, but she doesn't relish killing and didn't see the harm in letting the drunk go. Unfortunately, the Arrow had been able to identify him as a witness and he was now a vulnerability. Eventually, the Arrow will realize his mistake in letting him go without questioning him further. It was a common mistake when there is a murder, the suspect is always a man. When the witness said, This lady, she showed up and she told us to go! Looked like she could handle herself, the Arrow had assumed he was referring to the Canary, not her executioner.
Arrows have never been her weapon of choice, but when she heard that Komodo was in Starling on a contract, she couldn't resist. She has been following the Arrow follow his leads for a week. The Arrow had literally spun his wheels chasing Lacroix down. She should have left town by now, but she couldn't resist watching the investigation from afar.
She didn't know the Canary was his friend. She doesn't know if it would've made a difference if she had known. Someone else would've taken the contract and the Canary would still be dead and he would still be chasing down leads. There was no one left for him to talk to, which will send him chasing after the origin of the murder weapons. There is nothing to find on that path, other than frustration. She wonders if he will turn to the League for assistance. If he does, he will spend years of his life tracking down every person who could possibly want the Canary dead. The League will just lead him down one dead end after another. The Canary had ended almost as many lives as she had.
It would be nice to stay longer. She hadn't expected to feel nostalgic, but seeing him again brought back memories of happier times, when her family was whole. He seemed unhappy, but she couldn't tell if that was her doing or if the sadness was there before she struck. She was surprised his sadness was effecting her. She hadn't realized that she had such fondness for a man who came in and out of her life without warning.
She almost felt sorry for him. Oliver had always been impatient and quick to judgment, but since she last saw him he had also become more disciplined. His newfound focus was the death warrant for the man staggering in front of her. This Oliver would definitely realize his mistake and come looking for this witness again.
She slipped her blade in between the man's ribs. She would give him a quick death, the same as she gave his drinking companions. She took the man's wallet and his cell. The police won't look too hard at another robbery gone wrong in the Glades and they definitely won't look for a woman. Assumptions, they'll get you every time. She cleaned her blade on the man's pants and made a decision. It was time to leave Starling City. The time for memories was done.