"So, what will it be?" She offered a mock hand to him. "You don't get to walk away from this." Her tone was flat and even. Her entire focus on him, it was entirely too late when she noticed the man young man coming down the alley. At this point it didn't matter, she could turn from this incident and vanish. The police would clean up the body for her if the witness calls them, and if not she'd call Frank. Her target lunged again and she just simply grabbed his head and twisted his neck it too far to the right. The crack echoed down the mostly empty alley. It had taken her months to find this particular whack-job and she did not throw away a chance to end him over an innocent, but she would not ever hurt an innocent either. She turned to her witness, hands out. "I'm sorry you had to see that."