“You killed her!”

“I didn’t m—”

“Then why did you?” He held a knife up to the other man’s throat.

“You were so close, as close as I am now, Mortimer. You said you didn’t want to hurt her. You said for her to calm down. But you didn’t stop, did you? DID YOU ?” his voice shook with fury. The man that was obviously Mortimer backed off.

“I swear to you, I didn’t mean to!” Mortimer was lying so obviously, a seven year old could tell. The other man just advanced the knife closer.

“Just like I didn’t mean to do this.” With that, he slit Mortimer’s throat, and ran off. He was glad he’d worn gloves.