Two blocks from the house, Maryn found the painted trash can. She opened the lid and pulled out the canvas bag. In the dim street light, she saw plenty of green. She walked five more blocks then kicked off her heels in the storm drain. Another block, she peeled off her fishnet stockings and tossed them on a no smoking sign. Lighting a cigarette, she moved forward. No sirens.
Hailing a cab, she tossed the cigarette. One night of gross sex with a bloated senator and little cyanide equaled 100 thousand cash. Not too bad for a mother of three.
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