Now no longer shrouded in her multilayered robe & drama mask—now in her freakish true form—she walks up to Everyone & hands her a pocket book with a blank cover in worn dry-orange leather. This was the pocket book that held the secret key to dismantling her whole operation.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I didn’t expect it to go this far…”

Then she crunched on her cyanide tablet & let the clear smoke that choked her wipe ‘way all the crimes.

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