It was much different than the cold florescent lights of regular prisons, and the hallways of those didn’t have pleasant classical music piped through speakers in the walls. “Very good,” Amber said as she skimmed through some information about the bank on her phone. Once I’m safely out the door, go to the surveillance room and remove any remaining evidence of tampering. The law was repealed twelve years ago, but the hospital was constructed eleven years prior to the removal.” Amber’s eyes hadn’t once drifted away from the floor indicator. She glanced at the dying form on the floor, no more than a blurry shape while cleaning it with the care of someone who’d found a wayward fingerprint. He looked like a man completely torn. Once she’d slipped on the clean top, she did the same with the pants, sliding khakis stained with droplets of blood over generous hips and a shapely ass, discarding them in favor of the freshly laundered pants.
