“I was gentle with him,” she adds, as though it’s the saving grace I’ve need. “A pillow to the face. He suffocated quickly.”
That’s the final straw. There’s no more sitting still here. Not when I’m staring my enemy in the face and hearing that bone-chilling laugh.
I react instantly. I lunge off the sofa towards her, intent on choking the life out of her.
But I’m not fast enough.
Anna raises her gun. Pulls the trigger.
As before, her aim is perfect. It’s not a kill shot. The bullet buries itself in my arm and I fall back against the sofa, gasping in agony as blood squirts between my fingers.
“Now, now,” she chastises. “I wasn’t done with my story yet.”
“What did you do with his body?” I ask through gritted teeth. The world is swimming at the edges. But after the initial shock, the pa
