Kitty thwacked the shovel on the ground, packing in the soft earth. She kicked dead leaves over the mound and smirked at what was left of their poor victim.

"Alright, boss." She turned to her partner. "How about we treat ourselves to some-"

Her words caught in her throat. She stared down at the knife plunged into her left breast, a smile still stuck on her face. Her vision blurred. "...Why?"

He chuckled. "Sorry, sweetheart. Thought you, of all people, would know not to trust strange men."