[ID: An eight panel comic featuring a conversation between a man and a woman in a bedroom lit by bedside lamps. The woman, lamps, and lamplight are drawn in shades of brown and orange, while the man, bed, and background are drawn in shades of green and black. All dialogue is white text in teal speech bubbles.
In the first panel we see a woman's head as she looks down into an open drawer, where something long and dark glints. A line of lamplight runs across her forehead, the rest of her face lightly shadowed.
In the second panel we see her from behind, sitting on a bed, wearing underwear and a bra. She is facing to the right and looking at the open drawer of a nightstand, lamp on top, holding a black handgun in one hand. From the other side of the bed, off-screen, someone says "Careful, honey, it's loaded."
In the third panel the point of view has shifted to that of the lamp. We now look past the woman, whose hand has dropped and has turned towards the speaker, a smiling man in a half-buttoned dress shirt standing in front of a dark, open doorway. The lamp on his side of the bed shines dimly.
In the fourth panel we face the bed head on, the man partway entering the panel to kneel on it, the top of his head obscured. The woman, grinning, asks, "This is for your wife?" Over two speech bubbles he replies "No. Too chancy."
In the fifth panel we see a close-up of his hand as he lifts a lock of her hair. He adds, "I'm hiring a professional."
In the sixth panel we're back to a head shot of the woman as she smiles wider, her back lit and face lightly shadowed, while the man is partly off-screen, his profile is heavily shadowed. She asks, "How about me?" He responds, "Cute," his speech bubble resting not in the scene, but in the black space left over from the truncated panel.
In the seventh panel he has moved back to the other side of the bed and faces away from her as he returns to buttoning his shirt, his facial features left undrawn. He stands at the edge of the wide circle of light cast by his lamp, his left profile in shadow as he asks, "But who would be dumb enough to hire a female hitman?" We can see the woman's hand resting on the bed at the right edge of the panel.
In the wide, dark gutter between the last two panels, a thickly-drawn sound effect in white capital letters reads "Click".
In the eighth panel we see the woman dead-on as she holds the handgun out, the barrel very slightly to the viewer's left such that it would be pointing at the man, her finger on the trigger. She smiles softly, her eyes relaxed, the lamp behind her shining on her hair and shoulder as she answers, "Your wife."
The bonus images are the simple, black and white draft of the comic and a sketch of the woman in the comic with her arm over the shoulder of a shorter woman. They're both smiling, the first woman laughing as she says "You should have seen his face!" /end ID]
