[part of The Fixer series]
I’ll come through later, sweep the scene clean.
You’ll be safe in South America by the time
they sound the alarm. That’s the professional service
ethic to expect when you hire the Quicker Picker Upper.
It’s the forest primeval out there. Society’s reverting
to a brutal state of nature. So find your fortune, cash out,
set up in a country that is skeptical of extradition.
Enjoy the cuisine, catch fish. I have got this thing.
No blood or fingerprints on door knobs or surfaces
once I sanitize the site. Not one stray hair
for the crime lab to hang you with. No scuff.
They’ll rule this death Anybody’s Guess.
It’s ungodly expensive, sparing you The Chair,
or Life without parole. You’ll understand I have to ask
for cash. I can’t mess with travelers’ checks.
You can thank me from Rio, Caracas
or Buenos Aires. Don’t say which one,
they have their ears on.

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A little chilling and a lot of fun.