The car plunged down the cliff, disappearing into the mist of the night. The sky had darkened, and looking down, nothing could be seen.

The bodyguard approached the edge of the cliff, took a glance, then turned back to the man behind him. "Sir, it seems she's gone."

Christopher handed the blood-stained knife to the bodyguard, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and then headed back towards the car. "Let's go."

As the car left the outskirts, he gazed at his still blood-stained palms in the shifting light cast through the car window. No matter how much he wiped, he couldn't rid himself of the stains. He was indeed a...