MURDEROUS

         Money is the root of all evil.
         That was what all children grew up knowing. That was what her mother had constantly told her when she had started to show some rather bizarre interest in what the green gold could do.
         It was too late to go over that lesson now. Here she was, trembling, as she stared down at the body that had once lived and moved and been- a familiar figure from childhood, drenched in blood. Here she stood, a slayer of men.          The gun in her hand bore heavily on her will, and she dropped it in a rush before turning to run as fast as her short legs could carry her. Eight flights of stairs away, she heard the sirens of police cars and her face drained of colour.
         She had left them a murder weapon!