The Vegetative Killer
At the end, he'd nearly snapped his own neck.
I stood outside the door and clapped softly, my handcuffs clinking.
"Brilliant."
"He'd rather choke himself to death than identify me. It seems my charm is greater than death itself, Agent Miller."
Miller finally snapped.
"Victoria, what the hell did you do?"
I blinked innocently.
I had no physical contact with the soldier. And in front of everyone, cuffed and shackled, I had no opportunity to do a thing.
I leaned close to Miller's enraged face and blew a taunting breath.
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