Brian nudged open the door and drew his Glock, attaching the suppressor.

His target, fourteen-year-old Leah Glasier, lay topless on the bed with her nose in a book. Chestnut hair flowed over her brown shoulders, gym shorts hugged her bubbly ass.

What a waste! It didn't matter, he needed the money.

"Sorry, cutie," he raised the gun as she looked up. Her eyes grew as his finger curled around the trigger.

She hit the pillow with a leaky hole in her forehead, the book fell out of her hands. Piss soaked through her shorts.