Elena looked around the room with something like satisfaction. It was just another one of those extended stay places, but she had a good feeling about this place’s cleaning crew. She already had a chat with the head housekeeper, a really nice latina named Estella. Yeah, so money changed hands, but it always did, right? Regardless, it was good to be on speaking terms with the cleaning staff, and Elena always paid for that extra service.
Elena knew she was lucky there were so many hotels, motels and extended stay places in the Dallas area. She switched frequently, and stayed random. Heck, she even wrote a simple spreadsheet to help, since it was actually pretty hard to be random with things like that. However, after having Jaime and Connor over at her last place, not to mention flushing a couple of hundred thousand worth of coke down the toilet there, time had come to move to a new place. Heh.
All of her worldly possessions fit into a large duffle bag, a suit case and a backpack. Well, and a car, but she barely counted that. Anyway, when the cleaning staff was paid off, they rarely rifled through your belongings. Which was important when the duffle bag in the closet by the door contained an arsenal, even when said arsenal pretty much only contained legal weapons.
She sighed and pulled her laptop out of the bag. Then she pulled out Noreen’s laptop. She needed to think about what she was going to post on Wikileaks for Noreen’s kid sister. Certainly not the whole story – the kid sister might go to the police. Her parents would definitely go to the cops. Of course, all the evidence was gone, but it was definitely best to leave out the stuff she and her friends took care of. Elena also knew she was going to leave out everything to do with Mac’s place. No need to mention what happened to the body, either…. So, what, then?
Elena sat in front of Noreen’s laptop and stared at Noreen’s notes. The woman had had a lot of promise. Her writing style was engaging and the subject was enthralling. Noreen would have gotten some kind of award for this story had she lived to tell it. However, Elena wasn’t going for an award. She just wanted the family to know their loved one was gone, but that justice, the real kind, had been served. It was a cold comfort, but better than wondering forever if their girl was coming home.
Elena spent the next hour cleaning up Noreen’s epitaph. It was pretty sparse, containing only the bare bones of what happened. Noreen had been working on a story that was going to expose a cocaine ring. She was made and a gangbanger murdered her because of what she knew. Elena stared at the very short summary and wondered briefly if she should add any more. Probably not. Oh, wait. The location of Noreen’s car. Elena added that information, knowing that the cops, when they looked into Noreen’s disappearance, would find the video footage of Noreen being snatched while at the ATM. Elena wasn’t sure if the actual murder would be on the footage, but at least they would be able to surmise that poor Noreen was in fact dead.
Elena saved her notes and looked up the Dallas Public Library online. She picked a random branch, and packed up both laptops and Noreen’s cell phone.
She used Noreen’s laptop at the library to post the epitaph on Wikileaks. Then Elena looked up the kid sister’s cell phone number. It was 6pm, so the kid would be done with school. Elena memorized the number, then quietly dismantled the phone. Still using Noreen’s laptop, Elena used an SMS service and sent the kid a quick series of texts.
For information about Noreen, go to this link on Wikileaks.
The man that killed her is dead.
It’s the best I can do for you. I’m sorry.