The shower was on and ran hot for
several minutes. He had already cased the house, carefully ensuring
that bleach and sulfuric acid were available for easy clean up.
Theodore always enjoyed jazz in the shower. That had also been noted
carefully. The path in and out was carefully plotted.
The dagger flashed and easily piercing
the corpulent flesh. He wondered when the change came. In the
beginning there was a point of hesitation when the point of the knife
just entered the skin, not anymore. It slid up to the hilt with ease
each time, like a graceful dance.
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