The keys jiggled in his pocket. He only had to open one door to end this.
He wondered if her mouth would open in a silent scream. He’d read about that happening in books. Or maybe she’d look him in the eyes and whisper “why, Jake?”
Would the blood pool around her ankles?
What would she look like dead?
The keys in his pocket jiggled.
He’d have the answers to his questions very soon.