Kill Journal #93

Murder is a bitch. Not that it is hard, in fact it is tiring more than anything else. I dragged Morgan's body into the closet, and shut the door with a small amount of resistance as he was just slightly bigger than the hiding place. John was not going to be happy, the rug had been stained by the blood. I think he had the intention to resell the house after this all blew over. Morgan had been a good agent but needed to go in the end. He became weak, and therefore was vulnerable. He hadn't struggled much in the end. He seemed to have lost his will before the fight even began. To be honest there wasn't much of a fight. He was sitting on his couch watching that new show in Netflix. I think it was Orange is the New Black, but I couldn't swear to anything, it's my wife who watches all those shows. I don't have time. Anyway, there wasn't much if a fight becouse I stabbed him through the back of the head with a Phillips screwdriver. It was a bit messy hence the blood on the rug. Now that I think about it, I probably got some blood on the couch as well. And on my shoe, no wait, that's my blood. Now how did that happen? Oh right I put my hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. We couldnt have him waking up little Tommy with something so trivial as his fathers death.