by BrettV, HeadSpark Novels by Night
“I’m not sure if you heard,” I said. “She was murdered. Yesterday.”
I watched his eyes widen as he took this all in. He seemed almost ready to collapse as I continued. “They found her this morning. She was at home, in the bath. Well, most of her was, anyway.”
Steven gagged, turning a pale shade of white as his legs unhinged, almost knocking me to the floor as he fell. “What happened to her...” he managed to say to me.
I turned away, looking at the pictures on the wall as I answered, “Her neighbours were the first to see her. One of them noticed blood seeping under the front door, damn messy business. She was gutted...” Stephen winced as I went on. “...and most of her skin had been flayed off. The police are still searching for a few of her organs.”
I watched Stephen sob to himself for a while. He spoke again, not daring to look up. I think he was crying. “Have they got any idea who did it,” he asked me.
I was quiet for a moment, leaning closer to him. I whispered, “They have no idea,” as I slid the small fruit knife into the side of his neck.
I’m glad I wore my red shirt today.
This is a powerful piece. It
This is a powerful piece. It is so vivid.
This is a powerful piece. It
This is a powerful piece. It is so vivid.