This was a small room, cluttered with miscellaneous items. Inside, a Southeast Asian woman was arranging bath towels. Judging solely by her actions, it was hard to believe she had just killed her colleague.
Dean glanced along the corridor, checking if anyone was paying attention. Seeing no one, he no longer hesitated and walked briskly into the small room.
The woman seemed to hear the commotion and started to turn her head to see what was happening.
Before she could, a large hand shot out, accurately clamping over the lower half of her face. It stifled her cries while pressing her slender body firmly against the wall.
Seizing the opportunity, Dean pressed in, kicked the door shut, and pinned the woman against the wall, his voice cold, "I ask, you answer. Hesitate for even half a second..."
With his left hand, he grabbed the woman's struggling fingers and squeezed hard!
Bone-crushing pain flooded her mind!
UGH!
