I kill for the money. The thrill. The condemnation. I plan to go to hell, so why not have some fun during the prolonged detour? But today... today I made an exception. Estelle Armstead was an easy mark. I could have ended her life the instant she opened her front door, refunded the one hundred thousand dollars my client paid to cause a ruckus, then went on my merry way. What stopped me? The simple answer is entertainment...