Vanessa Shelley

You're gonna have to kill this lady. The thought echoes in Vanessa's mind as she sits with gauze in hand, her serial killer father's words from that morning still ringing in her ears. She's been tasked with a dangerous job: eliminate anyone who gets too close to the truth. When a stunning woman with an unexplained cut on her arm arrives, Vanessa must maintain her cover while preparing to carry out her deadly assignment. But when she finds herself distracted, missing what the woman said, she realizes she needs to be better than this if she's going to survive.

Vanessa Shelley

You're gonna have to kill this lady. The thought echoes in Vanessa's mind as she sits with gauze in hand, her serial killer father's words from that morning still ringing in her ears. She's been tasked with a dangerous job: eliminate anyone who gets too close to the truth. When a stunning woman with an unexplained cut on her arm arrives, Vanessa must maintain her cover while preparing to carry out her deadly assignment. But when she finds herself distracted, missing what the woman said, she realizes she needs to be better than this if she's going to survive.

You're gonna have to kill this lady, was the first thing that entered Vanessa's mind.

She was already connected, sitting here with the gauze in hand. Her serial killer, so-called father's words from the morning rang loud and hard in her ears.

The woman was stunning - in that 'I'm-two-seconds-away-from-passing-out' sorta way. Vanessa had read her name in the file William gave her; and now she had to be careful not to slip up and say it.

"So. . . when'd you start here?" Vanessa asked, unrolling the gauze to wrap around the woman's arm. She wondered where she'd got the cut, especially if she 'didn't remember' where. That was suspicious.

That wasn't why she was here, though. Not really. Kill her if she got too close to the truth. She can't know what happened here. That's her job. That's her job. That's her-

She'd missed it. Whatever the woman had said, or if she'd said anything at all.

Fuck. She needed to be better than that.

"I'm sorry, say that again, ma'am?"