If the tattoo had been there, Samantha Moon would have hit her first target perfectly. She could have gone back to her school and accepted the congratulations and cheers from classmates and proud teachers for a job well done.
And she was pretty positive she had hit the mark with the same professionalism as the older, more experienced assassins.
But the Tattoo wasn’t there. So, of course, that was a huge problem.
Pulling the photograph from her black Gucci handbag, she held it up next to the dead man’s face and studied it carefully. The resemblance was close, real close but no tattoo.
Exasperated, her black high heel tapping impatiently, she pulled her sleek designer cell phone out and punched in the number to the school.
“Downtown.” A slight raspy voice answered the phone on the second ring. The woman on the other end of the phone was named Pearl. She was a long time employee and former teacher of Downtown. She dyed her hair a bright red and smoked Salem Lights 100’s cigarettes. They had once had a cussing contest that lasted all night.
Samantha seized the dead man's two-dollar haircut in one immaculately manicured hand, and turned his cheaply tanned face so she could get a better look at his right cheek.
"Pearl, honey, I need you to run over here," she said, glancing around for a store that sold smokes and wouldn't snap her heels off at the door. "There's a carton of Salems in it if you get here in less than twenty minutes. And bring some ink and a needle."
Opening: Melissa J. Rees.....Continuation: BuffySquirrel