I made myself comfortable while he took his shower, sitting in a chair in the corner of the dark room where I’d turned off the lights. I saw his silhouette when he came out of the shower and reached for the light on the wall. Before he could hit the switch, I threw my blade and pinned his hand there.
His howl of pain was cut off when he saw me stand and walk towards him. Coward, I could already smell the sh*t he’d expelled from his bowels in fear. No doubt he was thinking of his partners in crime and how they’d died just here recently. Why hadn’t he protected himself better? Was it because he’s a highly decorated cop? Is that why he thought he was invincible?