"Hello," she said. "My name is Laura Haynes. I've just killed Phil
Spinelli and two of his men." In a calm, mechanical voice, she gave the
address and hung up.
She felt clean, now.
Perhaps they would send her to the chair; perhaps they would free her
as a public benefactor. It didn't matter. She had absolved herself now
of her personal sin, and if society insisted on her death she would
not mind. At least she had bought back her soul from Phil Spinelli. At
least she was pure again.
She smiled. She walked to the window, and sat down by the terrace to
wait for the wailing sirens.