In just a few minutes, it was all over. Scorpius had cleaned up the blood from the filthy walls, the trash cans and his spotless hair. The smell of the corpse had attracted some stray cats, who tried to sneak closer to steal a bite. However, they were left empy-handed because, being familiar with the neighborhood, Dorian sent the body somewhere and the adjacent street, confident that the local police would have easily consider it a failed rape attempt. The murder weapon had promptly disappeared.