I made sure not to touch his heart. I didn’t want him to bleed out quickly. Instead, I focused on his lungs. His chest whistled with every labored inhale, and I watched his breathing become more and more shallow. His lips began to turn blue from lack of oxygen before he died. His fingertips went purple, and his eyes rolled back in his head. I left when he fell unconscious, then took up my post across the street.
It took longer than I had expected for the man’s body to be discovered. The restaurant emptied out and the employees left, everyone completely unaware of the chef’s body going cold under the streetlight. Finally, I knew Eve would be the one to find him. Her car was only a few spaces away from his. She’d have to be a blind i***t not to see him, and Eve is anything but that.
She is
