The Vegetative Killer
During the five years I was in a vegetative state, all ten family soldiers assigned to guard me were murdered.
One of them merely smoked a cigarette outside my hospital room. The next day, he was found upside down, drowned in a toilet.
Another simply adjusted my pillow. The next day, he took a dive from a skyscraper rooftop.
The Corleone family was in chaos, but they couldn't find a single trace of the killer.
With no other choice, the ten executions, all textbook Mafia hits, became cold cases.
Strangely, the very second the tenth guard's heart stopped,
I opened my eyes.
The first thing I did upon waking was call the FBI and turn myself in.
The agents were stunned.
"Miss Corleone, are you saying that while in a coma for five years, you planned and executed the murders of ten fully armed Mafia soldiers?"
My fingers tapped lightly on the table, a faint smile playing on my lips.
"That's right."
"Being in a vegetative state only means I couldn't move."
"Who ever told you that killing, something so crude, required me to get my hands dirty?"