"This is worthless"
She stared down the silver barrel of her revolver.  Scratch marks hid in her teeth as she poked around for that silly little speck of putty she once left down there as she burned off her fingerprints.  Not exactly Men In Black material, but it'll do.

*bang*

A puff of white smoke emerged from the nearby outhouse.  No candles were lit, but a service was due by tomorrow.