I let out a low breath through my nose and slowly pulled my hands off Victor, my grip loosening around his bloodied collar. The fork clattered to the ground, but my eyes never left his. I wanted nothing more than to rip that smug look off his face.
Victor adjusted his wrinkled shirt and turned dramatically to the police. “Officers, thank God you arrived when you did,” he said, voice soaked in false gratitude. “This lunatic stormed into my house, attacked my staff, assaulted me, and nearly killed me. You saw it—he had a fork to my throat!”
I took a step forward, eyes burning. “Don’t listen to this psycho! He’s not some innocent victim—he’s a killer! He created an app, NoirNet, a digital contract board where people pay to murder others. That’s what he’s been doing!”
One of the officers he
