Lorenzo sat on the chair at his desk and watched Abigail’s body laying still in his bed. His face wore a solemn frown, with his lips stiff and thinned to a white line. He waited while pressing his fingers together, enjoying the pain of cracking each finger over and over again.
He had removed the fluffy handcuffs from her wrist and laid her down on the bed, making sure she was comfortable and still breathing. Now he just waited.
Finally his phone vibrated on the desk next to him. He grabbed it and read the message.
Gabriel: Open sesame.
Lorenzo snorted and stood from his chair in one fluid motion and walked to the door. He punched in the security code and swung the door open.
“You really think you are funny, don’t you?” Lorenzo asked the man standing in the hallway at the bedroom do
