"Done." I said an hour later over the phone. I took my knife from out of his back and squatted down to make sure there was no pulse. I was alert, making sure no one came into the abandoned alleyway, "Good girl." Winston replied back. I put the phone between my shoulder and ear again as I took out a clean handkerchief and cleaned the blood off my knife. I flipped my lucky knife in my hand before sticking it in my belt loop cover, "You know," I looked at the corpse, disgusted as I talked over the phone, "I hate the sight of blood." I heard Winston scoff, "Then maybe you shouldn't kill for a living." ~ What happens when Rain, a 26 year old female agent who kills for money, is brought to the only person who can make her happy, her soulmate.