Page 40 of Dead to Me

I laughed.

“You used to say that in the interrogation room.”

His jaw clenched.

“You should leave.”

“You should’ve left me alone six years ago.”

“I did my job.”

“No, you sold it.”

He froze. I saw the change right away. His eyes widened a little. That was all I needed. I smiled.

“I found Jeremy’s report.”

Warren’s face hardened.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Of course you do.”

“Milan.”

“I also found the payments.”

He stared at me.

“I don’t know who has been talking to you, but you need to understand something.”

I waited. Warren stepped closer.

“People lie.”

I smiled.

“You would know.”

His hand moved fast. He grabbed my arm, but I drove my knee up before he could tighten his grip. He grunted and bent forward.

I slammed the metal ice bucket into the side of his head. WHAP. WHAP. The third hit knocked him into the dresser. The lamp crashed onto the floor.

Warren cursed and lunged at me. He grabbed my shoulder and slammed me into the wall. Pain shot down my back. His forearm pressed against my throat.

“You stupid bitch.”

His breath reeked of coffee. I managed a smile through the pressure.

“There you are.”

He frowned.

I reached into my waistband and pulled out the utility knife. I flicked the blade open with my thumb.

I drove it into his side.

Warren screamed and let go of my throat. I stabbed him again, lower this time. He stumbled back. Blood spread across his white T-shirt. He clutched his wounds. His face went from almost comical to shock to disbelief to fear.