I hated Jack. All he did was come into my apartment and when I finished with my 'Client'. The same flirty tone would always apply to him. I gritted my teeth and got dressed, having to go out andsmiled at the twenty pound note on my dressing table. I stood up walked over and pocketed it. I walked out of apartment and pressed the button for the elevator I then grinned as my best friend walked out. "Ah, Maria, I was just coming to see you." Annabelle smiled at me and I winked. "Did you do it?" I asked grinning wickedly at her. "Yes." She replied holding up the guy she had just finished with's wallet. "And is he taken care of?" I asked again. "Yes, he won't be saying anything anytime soon." She muttered. I couldn't help but smile this wasn't just prostitution it was murder.