That memory alone stood out in sharp contrast to all others, it was the one she said her prayers to at night. Her little sisters- they’d been so pretty. They sat scribbling furiously on napkins and scrap paper, turning their personal tragedy into their next bestsellers. It was like leading lambs to the slaughter. When questioned, they each claimed the crime was a copyright violation and refused to say anything more. The law was called in to sort the whole mess out. The twist turned out to be a sharp knife in the bartender's back. The bartender turned to make their drinks, gin and tonics with a twist. “Don’t worry, dear, it will only hurt for a second.”įive mystery authors walked into a bar. I threw back the covers to plunge my steel into her cold heart…nothing, she’s gone.Ī cold hand grasped my throat from behind.Ī sharp stick pierces my neck, every cell in my body afire and my heart thumps. The law will say I executed my lovely with premeditation, and they’ll be right. Her favorite Karin Slaughter novel left helpless on the floor.Īll I have to do is twist my knife under her ribs. She lays with her back to me, a lump of covers. “About word count and usage and deadlines and stuff. “Of your contest, insane from the stress of your laws “The writer upstairs, she has skewered that pale “A twist of the pen gave a twist to this tale. The Doberman pinscher: “I’ll tell you for free. The innocent kitten says, “This time, not me.” ’Twas the night before contest, and all through the houseĬame the sharp stench of slaughter, blood/guts from a mouse. With a twist of his wrist, he brought up the flamethrower and incinerated the newly made, brain sucking zombie. Any hesitation on his part would see him one of them. Whose words most certainly are to be feared.Ĭonsidering the slaughter of thousands at his hands, how could he not? But the pain in that frozen organ was sharp as he faced his next victim. Of the midnight reading of tales revered,īy Twist, Sharp, Law, then Slaughter and Say I saw Murphy hit the roof of the cab a few seconds before a thick, meaty thud mixed with the sharp tinkle of broken glass climbed eight stories. I’d need new cards now that I worked solo. Now, I’d have to spend pro bono time finding out why he got his panties in a twist and tried to shove me off the roof of the building in which we…I…kept an office. “Gravity…it’s not just a good idea it’s the law,” I said as I watched Murphy drop towards a reunion with his ancestors. A peace offering of beef wellington, sautéed potatoes, and garlic peas, washed down with dry martinis-and a twist of cyanide. Of course they would collaborate for vengeance, so I was glad they accepted my dinner invitation. What can I say? The law ruled it an accident, but to his sisters it was slaughter. A sharp turn, a momentary glance at a text message, next I knew his face was on my windshield. I knew they would come after me, even though it wasn't my fault. Vengeance took them, howling Nemesis riding your raging frame. Clean the blade and clean yourself and take a last look at the bastards who thought they could take her without consequences. Don´t twist when the slaughter leaves you red and gory and breathing hard, or you´ll be up to your eyeballs in law and order, and “Say, son, what happened here?” Slide, glide, ease out of the hot iron blood stench and look past the desecrated flesh sprawled on the – was that a siren? No.
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