We talked for a few minutes. He asked if there was anything he could bring, and I said it would be good if he could bring some wine. I gave him our ad...dress and told him to give me like a half hour to shower and shave and get ready.I got in the shower to start getting ready. Before I was done, I heard the doorbell. My husband wasn't happy that he had to answer the door without me, but I wasn't quite ready yet. He let the guy in. We lived in an upstairs one-bedroom apartment at the time. They. My sister, Katie, was so sweet to me and seemingly wanted to make fuss over me the minute I arrived home. She is, and always has been, such a sweet girl, and it made her feel good about wanting to take care of me at first. However, after the end of my third week home, Dad came to my bedroom one afternoon where I was relaxing on my bed with my prosthetic leg sitting in the corner of the room. He took a seat in the chair at my desk, and with a hopeful voice, asked, ‘So, have you thought about. Wilson. Her husband dissapeared and we put the plan in motion. I mixed her a strong drink and she drank it up. Then I mixed another. She started to drink that one and show some signs our plan was working. We talked her into coming to my house to see my new dog. As we walked down the street undetected, we gave her a third drink. Once at the house, Mrs. Wilson loosened up and then Mike and I knew this was going to work. She was flirting with us and getting raunchy. She asked about a bathroom and. Bits of lanky black hair and red gunk splattered the white wall behind. I don’t do snuff, but a painless execution is acceptable for a sufficiently evil villain, in my book.She screamed, completely traumatised. All those months of recovery now wasted. The bullet had shattered through the window and missed her head by inches. It’s at times like this I give silent thanks for my expert training. Within seconds, lights were going on in the neighbourhood. I heard shouts, screams. I took a final look.