Corbyn’s Pov:
I’m sitting at my desk, going over the Jasmyn case. It’s late. I should have been out of the office hours ago, but I’m trying to connect together the last pieces of the puzzle.
I rub at my eyes trying to stay awake. I glanced at the clock sitting across the room. The bright red lights read 1:30 am. This makes me want to bang my head on the table.
The pieces aren’t falling together and I don’t understand why. I just can’t connect the dots.
I set my head down on the table and close my eyes. The next time I read the clock it says 3:15 am. I really have to get out of here. I grab my briefcase and start to pack stuff up.
I glance up and see a shadow move across the room. Weird, I didn’t move. And not in that direction either.
It’s late, I’m Probably just seeing things. I shake it off and bend place the papers in my bag. As soon as I stand up I feel an arm wrap tightly around my throat and a sharp object poking into it.
I struggle against the arm and my hands automatically reach up to try to pull it away.
“I wish I didn’t have to do this, but you leave me no choice. I tried to warn you, but you never pay attention. Now it’s too late.
Before I have to register whats getting ready to happen the sharp object slides gracefully against my throat in one neat slice. The arm lets me go and I drop to the floor.
Gone.
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