{KILLIAN}
The water turns pink as I wash my hands. I lather my skin with soap for the third time, making sure to get the crimson liquid under my nails before I rinse again and turn the cold tap off. Grabbing the cloth Sam hands me, I turn back to the mess behind us.
The woman gagged and tied to a metal chair is still crying. She's silent now, though. Her whimpers have quieted. Her husband is doing a lot worse. His chin to his chest, he struggles to breathe, and I can understand he's been through a tough couple of days. They both have.
"Mr. Campbell," I say casually as I walk toward him. Sam is still standing by the sink, observing us. "I apologize our meeting had to take such a complicated turn, but I did warn you to accept my first offer."
He manages to lift his head, bloodshot eyes going to his wife. "You got what you wanted. Let my wife go."
