Alibi : Check ! She had taken care to book a round trip to Italy where she also had a friend ready to cover for her who works at an hotel where she had booked a room as well.
Weapon : Check ! The revolver that she had ordered on the dark-net a few weeks before via the false IP address that she had obtained was soundless.
Timing : Check ! He was supposed to leave for Tadjikistan in just 5 months. Nothing would suggest that care had been taken to kill him beforehand.
Plan of attack: Check! She had found a way to obtain the entrance doors to the building where B. lived, thanks to a person found on an obscure platform who had filmed the comings and goings of the residents there. As for the front door of the main person concerned, she had inquired via this same person about her model and had found, thanks to a tutorial, a way to force it using a master key made for this purpose. As for the surveillance cameras, not a shadow of one, she had made sure of that too, with the methodical precision that someone who has been the subject of a serious betrayal can have... Yes, this old building was a bit like the exception that proved the rule, in this hyper-secure neighbourhood that had become gentrified.
So she would wait for him at the end of the afternoon in his little renovated kitchen. Redone, he was going to be, too. She would wait for him there after he went to his daily gym session, to give himself the impression that his life wasn't completely meaningless, between an unhappy marriage and sex, alcohol and drugs addictions, to compensate for the frustration of a life thrown out in grazing ground.
Just seeing her sitting on her little designer stool for 2,500 euros each was going to make him cold all of a sudden. And it's precisely by playing on the effect of surprise that she would have every chance of killing this scumbag. She would take the opportunity of this moment of hesitation where he would gaze at her, amazed, wide-eyed, to pull the trigger, before he could make the slightest sound. A time interval short enough for this scum to sink into a silent death, but still long enough for him to see himself die, with the weapon pointed at him.


