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    Instead, she went back to the office. Chaos kept a change of clothing in her desk so there was need to go home. No need to be reminded of Dead Bill. After a quick wash in the bathroom, Chaos changed into a clean pair of jeans and a navy blue V-neck sweater. Her black eye was starting to look less intense now. Instead of being an angry purple, it was a discontent green and yellow. Makeup wasn’t her thing so she just had to endure the curious looks until it went away. Her wrist was another story. It still hurt like hell and she refused to take any more painkillers. They numbed her brain enough to make her dizzy but not enough to make the memories fade. Plus, they made her sick to her stomach. She couldn’t exactly go to the doctor to get a different prescription; they’d want an explanation and she sucked at lying, so she was left feeling the pain.
    Ignoring the twinge in her wrist, she tried to braid her hair in the mirror. She’d worn her hair in braids for as long as she could remember and cut it herself when it needed a trim. It wasn’t working. Her wrist hurt too much. She’d have to wear it down until her arm healed. Examining the ends she realized it was past time for a trim. Paying attention to her appearance was last on her list. It wasn’t like she needed to impress anyone. There was no one who cared how she looked. No one to look good for. Hell, most of the time she worked alone and no one saw her for days. Looking good wouldn’t do her any good since romance wasn’t on her to do list. She’d tried it a few times and it always ended up in tragedy. The last time she’d had a date the poor guy had been arrested for armed robbery. A mistake to be sure and entirely her fault - and her bad luck. It affected everyone around her. She’d broken it off immediately for fear he’d wind up dead the next time they went out. If she cared about someone, they would inevitably wind up dead or injured. Her solution, stop caring about people. Don’t let them close. It wasn’t a great life but it was better than leaving bodies in her wake.
    Straightening her dead mother’s necklace so that the winged goddess, Nike, sat centered on her chest, Chaos shrugged and headed for her desk. She had thirty minutes before meeting her crew at the bar; she could get a few things done before she left. She’d started this business at thirteen. She remembered the day vividly. A new girl had come to school and approached Chaos for help. Chaos had shunned her. Even at that early age she’d learned that her bad luck hurt people. But she was lonely. She’d gone home, cried, then dried her tears and headed outside. Nature always made her feel better. Sitting on the back porch she noticed that the lawn needed mowing. Her dad got home from work late and he’d do it after dark. He worked too hard. Chaos headed to the garage and mowed the lawn herself. It felt good to be outside accomplishing something and it had given her an idea. The next day she went door to door offering her services. She’d gotten three clients right away. Her dad had been supportive. She’d been lucky to have such a wonderful father. Though her life wasn’t easy, he was always there for her. Chaos wondered about Bill’s father.
    Though she was comfortable in the fact that she’d killed Bill in self-defense, guilt nibbled at her. Paolo had said he lived alone but surely Bill had a family. Everyone had a family, everyone except her. By now someone was probably looking for him. She entered his name into her browser and scanned the results. There first three were the same. They were links to a news clipping about ten years old. Apparently, Bill had beaten his girlfriend and been charged with assault. Didn’t surprise her. He clearly had violent tendencies with women. She scanned the article looking for mention of family. Near the bottom the reporter cited that Bill himself had been a victim of domestic abuse and his family had perished in a fire set by his