"So um.. that kid there, your boyfriend? Who is he?" you ask. "W- We're dating, sort of" Tracy starts, "he, his.. His name is Francisco, yeah. He's a nice kid, don't hurt him, please don't hurt him." She starts crying again. You shoot right beside her head, almost cutting her ear off (6). She stops crying in fear. What are you gonna do with this girl, you think. "Where can I find your boyfriend, this Frankie!" you demand. "W- we work together at 7-Eleven, don't hurt him, please!" she says. "Oh I won't, I just want to know what I'm going to do with you." You need to knock her out somehow, hmm, you hold you hand up to your chin. Hitting her could do, but that might make some noises, leave some marks, you need something clean, something stylish. You put the gun down and walk up to her. "Shhh... 7-Eleven huh?", you grab her mouth shut with one hand, and with the other you block those two blood things in her neck. According to those shows on TV she should black out in a few seconds, and she does (5).
Now to get out of here. You put her in a bag walk downstairs, there's a parking lot underground, and she even has her own car. Amazing (5). As you walk down stairs a middle-aged man walks up to you. "Hey, Tracy! Wow that's a pretty big load you have there. Need a hand?" He says (1). Struggling, you answer: "No, I'm fine. I'm almost at my car. Hey, uh, I can't remember where I last parked it, did you see it?" "Oh silly Trace, it's right back there at the end. Sure you don't need a hand?" "Positive." He leaves, wow, that was close (6). Now you know what car Tracy drove. You take her out of the bag, and make sure you have all her legal documents. "Now to make her disappearance look natural."
...
You arrive at 7-Eleven, furious. "Hey Frankie!" You walk down to the Tracy's boyfriend. Hopefully he's dumb enough to think you're her again. "Tracy?" he says (4). "I'm sorry about this morning" he tries to apologize. "I don't want your sorries, it's done! I'm leaving" you flash your travel documents. "Out of the country? Trace? What's up?" he asks. "This relationship, I need to rethink my life, I'm leaving. Away, far away. Away from you, away from my parents." "Bu- Tracy? Whats gotten into you? Your parents are long dead remember?" (1). "What she didn't tell me that!" you think. "Damn it Francisco, I'm leaving! Tell whoever's in charge that I quit. OK." You start crying and leave (5). Perfect. Now nobody gonna suspect Tracy Heller's disappearance.
You've a new identity and a clean record, hooray! Where to know? Alabama? Georgia? maybe Mississippi? You will conquer the world one day, but for now, a new state should do.