all this had been sorted, Malory went for a shower. Her nails required
immediate attention, as a red arch stained and caked each one.
shower floor was covered in blood, so that needed sorting as well.
knife was put through the dishwasher twice. A kitchen knife was the perfect
weapon, Malory decided as she looked back on the days events, not feeling in
the least bit shaken. Her reason for picking a kitchen knife was that a gun, a
fancier knife or anything else of that nature couldn’t be easily camouflaged. A
kitchen knife, as long as you washed it and restored it to its rightful place,
had only ever been used for slicing bread and cake.
felt a most disturbing feeling of pride wash over her. She was a murderer.