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Sweat poured from his temples as Nigel pulled on the chord, remembering every nasty little thing Callum had done to him. It took two full minutes before Callum’s body went limp. “I thought the bastard would never die,” he said to Eddie, who stared down at him with deer trapped in the headlights’ eyes.
When he whipped the plastic bag away, Callum’s eyes were open, staring up at the ceiling, disbelieving, shocked, scared. “Karma’s a b***h, huh? He got his.”
“Yeah, sure, great, but now what? I’m not hacking him to pieces.”
Nigel almost laughed. He was on a high; maybe he was still pissed, he didn’t know, but seeing Callum lying dead on the ground made him feel good. “Hack him to pieces. Honestly, Eddie, you have no faith, do you?”
His mobile vibrated in his pocket. Nigel answered it,
