The same, huh? He huffed expressively, but that was all he had to say about the situation. Sure, this might have been fortunate in one way, but now he needed to find someone else. Heâ€™d be even more careful next time, he promised himself; not take any unnecessary risks.<br/><br/>Lynnâ€¦ He cast a final glance at the corpse as Simon left and sighed. All of the mess, none of the release. Oh well, at least he didnâ€™t have to clean it up.<br/><br/>Not bothering with stealth since it had been proved useless, he went back up the stairs to lock the still open balcony doors from the inside. On his back through, he stopped in the kidâ€™s room to find the bag. It was right where heâ€™d said it would be. Smart kid, packing beforehand. He went through the contents; clothes, games, books, blanket, but no money. That wasnâ€™t so smart, but he was just a kid.<br/><br/>Careful to avoid the blood soaking into the carpet, Osmund left the scene just the way heâ€™d found it, locking the door behind him. The truck was still there and the keys were still on the seat. That was a good sign. He wanted to ask why. Then again, it didnâ€™t matter all that much.<br/><br/>Everything in his pockets went into the back end. The glass ampules were packed carefully; it wasnâ€™t easy or cheap to get paralytic when you didnâ€™t work in a hospital. In the jumble of gear he found a rag that wasnâ€™t too covered in grease yet and cleaning cloths. Both were tucked into the partly open bag, the door was slammed, and he got in. â€œMake sure you get all the blood from where people can see. And clean off the knife too. Never leave your weapon dirty,â€ he added as he started the car. â€œGot a favorite place, Simon?â€<br/><br/>As an afterthought, it occurred to him that his place probably wasnâ€™t the most kid prepared. But it was clean and there was very little evidence he did anything but the occasional woodworking product and his usual repair jobs.