The woman found a fruit knife on the coffee table and tossed it over. "Use this."
They wanted to create the appearance of an accident, making it look like she cut her wrists in suicide.
The man caught the fruit knife thrown by the woman.
Kane Townsend's legs could no longer move, a dull pain gradually spread, and the sweat on his forehead grew, his furrowed brow never relaxed, as the sweat trickled down from his forehead.
The man struck Kane Townsend unconscious, raising the fruit knife with his hand clad in black leather gloves.
Next door.
Aurora Blaine, seeing that the time was about right, turned off all the apartment lights before heading out.
Her footsteps activated the motion-sensor lights in the hallway.
Aurora Blaine raised her hand, preparing to verify her fingerprint.
At this moment, a voice came from behind.
"Autumn!"
It was deep into the night, and the man's voice seemed especially abrupt in the corridor.
