Right Man For The Job?

Short piece from a side project two years ago that never saw the light of day...

He listened distractedly to the police scanner, some chatter about an incident at the theatre. It didn’t really register. He sat by her grave for one final time. He loved the view from the cliff edge. The gentle sound of the ocean, drifting on the breeze as the sun set on the horizon and, just for a moment, the serenity eased his pain. Oh Lisa, you were so beautiful. Your strawberry blonde hair,  pink lips and a body that could stop traffic… and now you’re gone. How did it ever come to this?

As he put the shovel in the trunk of his car, he reflected for a moment before leaving here forever. He started the engine and slowly started to leave the area. Being a hitman was harder than he thought it would be.