She straightened a picture on the wall as she looked around to ensure nothing was forgotten.
Everything looked as pristine as she hoped, but one can never be too sure.
She studied the ceiling and the walls before discovering a spot.
How could she be so careless?
She quickly sprayed her cleaner on the spot and wiped it away.
She made her way to the bed and tugged on the corner of the comforter so that it was just touching the floor as if someone leaped out in a hurry, late for work.
She took a deep breath, pleased with a job well done.
They'd never suspect that she killed him in this room if they ever found the body at all.
Everything was just too perfect.