It was a hunting knife.
Her dad’s hunting knife.
“How did you get that?”
“Don’t worry, I cleaned it.” He snickered. “Cole got it from the evidence storage for me. Thought I make the whole thing symbolic, you know? Do you think your father would appreciate the irony of me killing his only daughter with the same knife he used to kill my mother?”
“The man is a f*****g psychopath, he killed twenty people, why would he care what you do to me?”
“Ah, but I think he’d care, I think a daddy will always care for his precious princess.” Her heart was hammering in her chest when he turned and switch on the video camera.
“Action!” he called as he spun around with his knife-holding hand coming straight for her.
Olivia screamed.
She screamed b****y murder, but the knife never pierced her sk
