The voice on the other end of the phone was low and venomous, coiling around the man’s spine like a serpent.
“Hide your phone somewhere they won’t think to look,” it hissed. “Somewhere safe—somewhere you’ll still be able to find it after the job’s done.”
The man in black swallowed hard, sweat sliding down the back of his neck. He flicked his gaze toward the hallway, eyes narrowing at a faint silhouette lingering in the dimness. A girl. Young. Too still.
“But… there’s a girl with him,” he muttered, his voice barely more than breath, laced with unease. “She’s standing close. It’ll be messy.”
The voice turned sharp, cruel.
“Then use the knife.”
There was no hesitation in the command.
“Forget the damn gun. I want him to feel every second of it. Let the pain crawl through his veins. Let
