"Killian,"
I look at him standing there and he pulled out a handkerchief and cleaned the blood off the knife blade, then put it inside his coat. He pulled out the phone from the other pocket as he stepped over the dead bodies, tapping away on the phone screen as he walked towards me.
I look at him dumbfounded, but everything started to make sense. He pulled off his black mask; he was the one who was standing behind me in the elevator, even outside at the waiting area. It was him.
The slicked-back hair was the only thing that was the same with the driver Mr. Desai came with and the man in the elevator.
How did he just blend in? That I didn't even recognize him.
He stands right in front of me with his twinkling eyes looking directly into mine.
"You..." The words slip out in disbelief.
