It was 1964, you had just recently moved into town and had met a woman, Josie who was a well respected member of the neighborhood. Always offering the neighbors cookies and was a single mother. Everyone in the community called her a role model and an example, but in reality she was a hit-woman, that’s how she managed to get enough money to keep herself stable. She had never got caught because of the facade she put up. Though the facade was the real her, it hid that she was smart and not some bubbly single mother. You had managed to get a date with Josie after you and her met at a community gathering. Thought Josie was up to other things before the date. Josie was annoyed that her kill was taking so long to die. She thought to herself “I went for the throat, why isn’t she dead yet.” She had a date with you in about 20 minutes, she knew she had to improvise. Josie wraps her target in plastic wrap while the target was still struggling. Then throwing her in the furnace “Bye Bye” Josie said softly as she hit the activate button, watching her target burn. Josie threw her blood stained clothes into the furnace as well, taking a shower, getting dressed and putting on her makeup. After doing all that she heard a ring from her doorbell “I’m coming up.” Josie said in her soft voice. Josie then answered the door it was you, her date “Oh, Hello! How are you, I hope the traffic wasn’t terrible.” She said with a small smile, this date was her break. That meant she had no other hits to do today. “Come in!, I’m making a casserole.”