The woman with two faces

Again apologies that this appears at the top of my posts. By adding the audio it thinks it is a new post. 



‘News is just reaching us that a senior policemen has been found dead in a church near his home in…’

The 'Woman with Two Faces' turned the radio off and smiled to herself. Vinny had done a good job just like she knew that he would, he was a good boy that Vinny.

Another one gone, another good for nothing scumbag getting his just desserts, death would become him.

The 'Woman with Two Faces' liked to think of herself as a feminist Batman, a crime fighter who fought crimes against womankind. She hadn’t built a bat cave and didn’t dress in tights and a cape, in fact she didn’t get her hands dirty at all, but she was on a crusade and she'd sworn revenge on men.

When her husband died she was pleased, she’d pretended to play the grieving widow but beneath the literal and metaphorical veil there were smirks, smiles and sobs of laughter. She’d loved him once - maybe it was that love that stopped her from escaping from the cycle of brutality and humiliation. Or maybe it was the fear of being alone, the shame of a divorce. Or maybe it was just because he was so forceful. Whatever the reason she had stayed with him, put up with his moods, his fists, his affairs.

It was at the funeral that the 'Woman with Two Faces' took the first step to becoming the 'Woman with Two Faces'. It was there that her sister had given her a necklace that she'd bought in Malaysia. The pendant was a small white face handcrafted by local craftsmen. The stunning thing about the face was the striking resemblance to the woman with two faces. She’d put it on immediately and worn it every day since; a second face giving her extra powers, extra strength, extra comfort.

Dealing with his estate had left the 'Woman with Two Faces' with many surprises. They’d lived modestly but the bastard had money everywhere. How hadn’t she known that he was a seriously rich man? He was also a seriously sleazy man with lovers in more places than he had money. She found calling cards from whores in all the major world cities he visited supposedly for work. If she’d hated him while he was alive she despised him now.

The money left her in a quandary, it was tainted, dirty money. If she spent it, it would keep him alive, but could she give it away? Could she bring herself to donate that kind of money to a charity, even a women’s charity? The money lay untouched for months. But in the end while watching Batman Begins and fingering her second face she finally became the 'Woman with Two Faces' and decided to put her money to good use.

During the day she managed the bookshop, smiling at customers, chatting to staff but at night she liased with a completely different world.

This copper was her 10th hit in 4 years and it was probably her best.

The Monkey Man had brought Connie to her attention. Connie had given her husband devotion, children and boxing practice while he'd slept his way through the police force. So he deserved his fate but the real beauty was the timing. The bastard had finally decided to leave Connie and wanted a quickie divorce so he could marry his new totty. That meant the woman with two faces had to act quickly; that’s why she'd chosen Vinny. She knew Vinny could get the job done with very little fuss and very little planning.  It gave her great pleasure that with the divorce not yet finalised, the wife would get all of the sizeable police pension while the harlot he was leaving her for would get nothing.

Yes Vinny had done a good job, a very good job indeed.