Changing gears in her Audi A5, she can see how the wind hits the sleek lines of the hood, just another day in the life.
Her victims dental record will be floating in the Pacific Ocean in approximately half an hour, perhaps to wash up to shore in about 20 years, looking like a beautifully formed seashell.
Goleta is her destination, near the Santa Barbara Canal, according to her research, this canal will most likely take her discarded evidence all the way to northern california, somewhere near Santa Rosa, depending on its trend, and by then the jawbone will be eroded to a small rock of hard matter.
She smiles, perhaps deviously, or perhaps just because the sun is shining. In epic content, she grabs her hot pink towel and proceeds to the beach.
The fun role of beach girl 101 is quite the adventure, as she takes the small bag out to the “deep” end.
The green of the algae reminds her of a beautiful painting she saw the other day, feeling the current run against her back thighs she dips under water playfully.
Not to distort the actual event that is taking place, she naturally just lets go of the contents in her hands.
To suffice adrenaline she even whispers a faint “goodbye, you asshole.”
The sand tickling her between her toes, she remains in the water for a while, her cheeks burning from the heat the loving sun sends her way, noticing a couple new beauty marks on her right arm, she hums along to a random song.
A normal process of murder has just been reversed, from random to calculated, from spontaneous to premeditated, this is so much more than she expected.
A never-ending abyss of thought and feeling, the human mind will guide her next moves.
This can only take place in the next two years. Once every two years she will proceed to an event of this nature.
Silently studying criminology books in the local library, she has registered every cold case in the past 10 years, all of which died down after a mere two years.
Security in knowledge preaches her motto.
Throwing herself into her exquisite car, she silences a call from Portland, and continues her journey back home, risking a ticket she speeds twice the normal speed limit, she needs to get to Blythe in order for a plausible alibi to take place.
Walking into the gas station on Lovekin Blvd. she grabs an ice tea, pays for it, and while waiting for the cashier to swipe it, she is inspired.
Nobody is around, and the camera is not pointed towards the cashier as it should be, she grabs the cashier by the tie, kisses him passionately, and walks out, ten dollars in change left untouched.
A strut in her walk, she keeps the smirk on her face the whole drive home.
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