Kat stood at the edge of the pristine high-piled white rug in her sister’s corner office, gaping at the facedown body of a man in a steel-gray suit with a knife handle protruding from his back.
“What have you done, Trish?” Kat said, unable to pull her gaze away from bright puddle of blood under the man’s left armpit.
She pulled her phone from her pocket and started entering numbers.
“Whoa! He’s not dead,” Trish said.
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Edith Evilez passed in terror and fright on the night of October 31. The year is yet to be determined according to one of three profane calendars she might have followed. She is survived by her faithful, long-suffering and slightly malnourished assistant, her beloved pet hornet, and the partially sentient carnivorous pitcher plant that resides in her otherwise fetid greenhouse. Sometimes joined forces with Natalia Nogud and Ralph Rotneg. Gave stingily of her time and talent to the Society of Whisper-mongers. Was awarded the dishonor of the Pale Medallion for her work with wandering spirits. Served a partial term as a junior board member for the Pocket Goblin Company. Held certifications in dental assisting, equine communications, and eyebrow threading. Known for her collection of historical thimbles. Her last words, as recorded by aforementioned faithful assistant were, “Perhaps today, Satan.” Edith will be begrudgingly remembered by acquaintances and enemies for her stalwart efforts at frightening children, trodding upon the downtrodden, and the surprisingly delicate madeleines she baked for the summer block party every year. Edith will be missed by no one. Her passing being celebrated by all those who value dignity, humanity, and goodness.
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