Her body lay motionless on the wooden floor. A river of red oozed from below her, soaking into her clothes.
A single gun shot wound to the back of the head had caused her to crumple to the floor, her lifeless body laying haphazardly with legs bent at right angles at the knee and arms outstretched.
The killer laid a large sheet of plastic to wrap the body and a rug alongside, ready to roll her tightly within. A clichéd method, but still an effective one of disposing of someone without attracting too much attention.
He rolled her into the rug and dragged her to the rear of his nondescript saloon car, the dark brown colour blending seamlessly with the deep red brick of the house, as he popped the boot and placed her in.
He hated killing women, but his job demanded he asked no questions. A simple contract, paid in advance with details of victims movements and best place and time to carry out his crime.
He didn't ask why, but he knew this one had been a bit loose with her morals, sleeping with several men, while her husband worked, but unfortunately she'd been seen and husband informed. His jealousy leading to a few discrete phone calls and the demise of his wife.
As he drove off, gentle rain was replaced by a light flurry of snow. He wasn't looking forward to working in the snow, his already prepared plot would be starting to harden in the cold conditions making spade work that much harder.
As he accelerated to beat the weather, the flurry began to turn into a heavy flow of thick, white clouds of frozen sludge. His wipers were working furiously, but couldn't control the constant attack of nature.
It only took a second of inattention, but suddenly as he reached forward to wipe away a fogged windscreen, the back of the car found a wet patch and was spinning away, a tiny ball on a roulette wheel, waiting for somewhere to land. He didn't stop quickly, the wheels leaving the ground after hitting the roadside verge, and the vehicle flipped upwards and sideways, to the left of the motorway which was lined with thick trunked oak trees.
He didn't have time to see his life pass before his eyes, as the car hit a tree with such ferocity that he was thrown violently into the dashboard, the blow killing him instantly. The car was torn apart, the boot flying open, sending a tightly wrapped rug hurtling into the area behind the trees and into a group of thicket bushes, which opened its thorny mouth, swallowed it whole and closed it lips tightly, hiding her from view.
When Police found the car, they called in the undertaker, who removed its driver and tow truck mechanics lifted the car carefully onto a recovery vehicle, before sweeping away the broken plastic from smashed headlights, and heading on to their next task.