With his attention firmly fixed on his task his head was bowed.
In one swift movement, Genevieve reared up and swung the stiletto in a wide arc, catching Jed on the side of his head as she plunged the knife into his ear and forced it home, right up to the hilt!
Jed did not scream or cry out.
For a moment he stood where he was, stock still, his head still bowed, and both hands still holding himself.
Then he toppled over to one side and crashed to the floor, dead!
Genevieve lay back on the table and took in several deep breaths before lifting herself up to survey her handiwork.
She decided that there was nothing to be gained by retrieving her knife. She was wearing gloves so there would be no fingerprints to worry about, and the knife itself was a cheap market stall variety which you c
