“Kelley, is it very difficult to kill a man in a way that Hermann Arango killed Landis?” I asked.
“Depends on strength and a bit of luck,” he replied. “Arango hit exactly between his ribs, so the blow was fatal, but judging from injury the push was relatively weak. If the blade hit a rib or breastbone, I think that nothing would have happened... well, almost nothing. Bad luck helped the killer reach exactly where he needed.”
“Maybe he didn’t want to kill him?”
“You could consider that. There was certainly a quarrel, because nobody just goes for the knife for no reason. It is possible that he only wanted to scare his friend and the matter got out of hand. Only who could confirm that if the guy escaped?”
“Exactly... why did he run away?”
McCave snorted lightly.
“He got scared,” he repl
