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Oct 25, 2024

CUTTER - NaNoWriMo Idea # 4 with two possible covers - Cover 1 and Cover 2

 


CUTTER

NaNOWriMo Idea # 4

Cover 1 and Cover 2

                     
              

CUTTER

 

Cutter sat down on a stool at the empty bar. In was three in the morning on the wrong side of New Orleans.

                  “What’ll you have?” the woman behind the bar asked.

                  “I looking for a woman named Glory.”

                  “You see any women in this place?”

                  “Only you, and I’m guessing you are not Glory. Where is everybody?”

                  “It’s three in the morning. I locked the door and turned the sign off an hour ago. How did you get in?”

                  “Is it too late for a drink? Can I buy you a rye?”

                  “Sounds good. Where’s the harm?”

                  The bartender poured out two fingers of rye into glasses.

                  “To life,” the woman said, tossing back the whiskey.

                  “L’Chaim,” said Cutter, doing the same.

                  “What’s your name?” the bartender asked.

                  “Cutter.”   

                  “Cutter what?”

                  “Just Cuter.”

                  “How do you come to be called Cutter? Did you cut yourself as a kid? Serve in the Coast Guard? Perhaps it’s an occupation, like glass cutter or diamond cutter.”   

                  “Yea, something like that. People hire me when they need to do a bit of cutting in their life.”

                  “Why don’t they do their own cutting?”

                  “Some do, but it’s always better to use a professional. My cuts are cleaner and always final.”

                  Cutter reached over the bar; grabbing the women by her apron, he slashed across the woman’s throat with a Karambit knife. A cut deep enough to nearly sever her head from her neck. Already dead, the woman’s face looked resigned to her fate as her body collapsed to the floor.   

                  Wearing surgical gloves, Cutter took his time wiping the bar of blood and any prints he might have left on the counter or glass. His contracts normally stipulated that he would dispose of anybody. Removing any evidence of his presence, of his art, meant he gained no fame, but his safety came first. Cutting up the body and packaging it for disposal was the simple part. Cleaning the floor of blood took longer. Spots of blood on a barroom floor might be easily explained. 

                  At the back entrance, Cutter carried the wrapped body parts into the trunk of his car. He then placed a false floor and spare tire on top of the parts. He had already prepared a hole in a forest over an hour away. 

                  Cutter had thought of everything, except the surveillance camera in the back of the bar. The light on the camera was burned out. Cutter assumed it was turned off. Even so, he kept his back to the camera. The tape never caught his face, but it certainly captured his skill with a knife.    

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