Let's call it her Farewell Party

"You mark my words, Ford, I will be back." And she finally left.

I thought I'd be relieved of her good riddance but she only left me fuming in my seat. It's not that I'm worried that dumb cow would find any proof against me. I doubt she can even spell the word 'evidence' even if her life depended on it.

I know for a fact she can't prove any of her pointless accusations against me because I really wasn't planning on going into any business with our famous 'Fred the killer', let alone be it anything illegal; I'm completely innocent of her absurd allegations. She can't find proof of something that wasn't ever gonna happen.

However, the actual root of my maddening rage is that good for nothing twit went through my stuff! That bitch can cause me some serious trouble if she runs her mouth in front of the police, especially in front of someone like that Lt. Richards' kind or even any of my enemies.

Her being a girlfriend- ex girlfriend is enough to put weight into her testimony against me, and although there isn't any proof for it, it will still give them the reason to investigate me; and that entails court issued warrants to look into my private life, even go through me personal items.

God-I forbid, if that happens; them finding a thing or two, that would not only indicate my much deeper involvement in Jenna Deniro and Fred's case but also in a lot many previous cases they didn't know I was even remotely involved in; although I was the only one actually involved; is inevitable.

I have to do something about her before that loose cannon bring the imminent destruction towards my way.

I need to do with her what I've done to many others before her. The only difference is, this time it's not only about I can and I want, it's also about I need.

I know now what I have to do; she wasn't the only one seeing what goes on around her and that dumb ass didn't even see right. Those subtle hints of weed and marijuana whenever she opened her purse around me didn't go unnoticed. But that's just a child's play; I can tell she was into a lot stronger.