To Dispose...

The phone call had been blunt, holding no trace of a sugar coating to salivate upon. She hung up and quietly excused herself and called a Taxi, changing out of her club wear and into a tank top and some jeans. The driver was sure to look long and hard into the mirror, and she was sure to give him the show he wanted.
She had him pull over a block from her destination, paid him in full, and walked casually along the sand leading down into the wharf. The midnight sky was soft, stars hidden behind a bank of clouds, hidden away from the world.
And so was the wharf.
She lit her cigarette and smiled when she saw her. Julia. The two of them, the best of friends. They exchanged smiles. "Glad you came." Julia said softly, "I didn't know who else to call."
Nothing else was said as Julia handed her a hatchet. She said nothing about the gun lying in the sand, the bloody clothes beside of it. Not a second was wasted upon the hacked remains of a female in a lime green dress.
Clear conscience.
"Thanks again, girl." Julia said as they dumped the remains off of the pier. The light of an approaching dawn signaled the stirring of life below the murky surface.
The crabs would eat the evidence.