Chapter 400

• Down the staircase and a short hall, the door I came to was closed and I opened it quietly. Paul Jameson was alone in the big bed, seemingly passed out on his stomach. I was already here and he was almost too easy a target for me. I loosened the strap on my leg and took the Karambit out and slid my fingers around the grip. It felt like coming home as the knife became an extension of my hand.
• It was over quickly. He hadn’t even moved as I lifted his head and slit his throat, just the gasp of released air from his windpipe as I lowered his head back onto the pillow. There were a few splatters of blood that had landed my hand as I slid the blade along his throat but the bedding had soaked up the majority of arterial spray.
• I retraced my steps back to John’s room. He was still fast asleep. I wiped most of the blood from the knife’s blade on his bed sheet and slid the knife under his mattress on the opposite side he was sleeping on.