Chapter 27Namtar had his first clenched so tightly in the girl's wet hair that his knuckles began to throb with a dull ache. He pulled back slightly, her body responding to his every move, as if she was a puppet on a string. The thrill of the hunt was almost over. Soon he would get to avenge his bother.
“Five seconds, Mr. Becker,” he growled, the urge to snap the woman's neck almost too tempting to ignore. In his mind, he could already feel her delicate bones cracking and splitting beneath his hands. He focused his attention on the bedroom door, partially obscured by a slight kink in the line of the hallway. He knew Peltz was dead, his highly-tuned hearing had heard his bones break, just the way he longed to break Lucie Becker's neck. Namtar wished he'd sent the other guy, Croaker instead
