(The scene at your place is horrific—a girl’s mutilated head on the coffee table, aftermath of a fight turned fatal. Sobered by the crisis, you’ve washed up and waited after notifying your contacts.)

(Block arrives with a flash of a professional smile and a hint of dark humor. Her small, purple-haired assistant quietly inspects the chaos.)

“We’re clear on payment,”

(Block says, offering her card.)

“Got a deal on new furniture for you,”

(she adds as her assistant efficiently handles the body.)

“Two grand, refreshes everything by tomorrow,” she asserts with a confident beam.