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She bolted across the room and hit the elevator panel on the run She needed her weapon
C J Morse was having the tiun to see that he’d sold hi quickly There was soit swell and climax
He saw it in Nadine Furst’s eyes They were glassy now, the pupils huge, slick and black, with barely a rireat relish, literally scaring her to death
He hadn’t cut her again Oh, he wanted to, and made sure he showed her the knife often so that she would never lose the fear that he could But a part of him worried about the cunt cop
Not that he couldn’t handle her, Morse mused He could handle her the only o her But he wouldn’t make it fast, like the others She’d tried to outsmart him, and that was an insult he wouldn’t tolerate
Woot in the way, just when you were about to grab that fat brass ring It had happened to hi with his pushy bitch of a mother
“You haven’t done your best, C J Use your brains, for God’s sake You’ll never get through life on looks or charot any I expected ”
He’d taken it, hadn’t he? San to stroke Nadine’s hair while she shuddered He’d taken it for years, playing the good, devoted son, while at night he’d dreamed of ways to kill her Wonderful drea, de voice
“So I did,” he said conversationally, touching the tip of the knife to the pulse jerking in Nadine’s throat “And it was so easy She was all alone in that big, i, iht in ‘C J,’ she said, ‘what are you doing here? Don’t tell ain You’ll never succeed in life unless you focus’ And I just smiled at her and I said, ‘Shut up, Mother, shut the fuck up’ And I cut her throat”
To dehtly, just enough to scrape the skin “She gushed and she goggled, and she shut the fuck up But you know, Nadine, I learned so frooal And I decided that goal would be to rid the world of loudmouthed, pushy women, the ball breakers of the world Like Towers and Metcalf Like you, Nadine” He leaned over, kissed her dead center of the forehead “Just like you”
She was reduced to whi to twist her wrists out of the restraints, stopped trying anything She sat docile as a doll, with the occasional quiver breaking her stillness
“You kept trying to shove et me off the news desk You told theainst her throat for emphasis “Pain in the ass You know that bitch Toouldn’t even give me an interview She ee s, right Nadine? And I dug, and I got a nice juicy story about her darling daughter’s idiot lover Oh, I sat on it, and sat on it, while the happyplans I could have blackoal, was it? She was so ticked when I called her that night, when I dumped it all in her face”
His eyes narrowed They glea to talk toto talk She’d have tried to ruinto report the facts But Toas a big fucking deal, and she would have tried to squashThat’s exactly what she said over the ’link But she did exactly what she was told And when I walked toward her on that nasty little street, she sneered at me The bitch sneered at me and she said, ‘You’re late Now, you little bastard, we’re going to set things straight’”
He laughed so hard he had to press a hand to his stole, just like my dear old mother”
He gave Nadine a quick slap on the top of the head, rose, and faced the camera he had set