Tears slid down her cheeks as she set the delicate fabric
inside the suitcase. The silk panties he’d
given her appeared as lonely as she, sitting next to the bra and stockings. This was the right thing to do—she knew that. A last look around the bedroom assured her
every female accoutrement had been removed.
This was a man’s room, right down to the smell.
Through the hall, past the kitchen and into living room,
every picture of them had been digitally changed to reflect another woman. The entire apartment scoured professionally
to remove every last remnant of her DNA.
“You ready, Agent Blaine?”
She no longer existed in his home, or his life. Would he wonder where she’d gone? Would he remember her in any way? Her removal was for the best. She may be breaking apart inside, but that was
far better than another, possibly successful, attempt on his life.
