The life of a detective was harsh and
the best thing that Amy could do for herself was a day at the spa
getting the works. After chasing this murderous psycho she really
needed the pampering. In her futon with the TV on and a few bottles
of wine out it was time to forget everything.
The large zip-tie was around her neck
and pulled tight before she could react. Now, she was digging into
her own flesh with her lacquered nails in an effort to steal another
gasp of oxygen. He was just standing there, smiling as she died.
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