The gloved hand was steady, confident and sure. Controlling a razor-sharp blade, it smoothly sliced through skin and flesh. Barely a drop of blood spilled as deft fingers carefully probed and peeled back surface tissue to expose vital organs.
As if watching a road crash, Alex squirmed, with his eyes locked on the unfolding scene.
“I really enjoyed the lasagne and I"d like to keep it down. This isn"t really the most appropriate after dinner viewing,” he complained, his tone unable to disguise his distaste.
“Alex you"re a six- foot- four, fifteen stones brute of a man not a six stone weakling. I didn"t have you down as being squeamish. It"s not as if you don"t see plenty of blood and guts at work.” Sandra shook her head. “Change the station if you have to.”
“Precisely my point. We need t
