‘Hi, honey, welcome home!’ A man came from behind the wall. ‘Jose Morales! You… what have you done… you…’ Tuck tried, but the words wouldn’t come out. ‘Celine… is she…is she…’ ‘She dead, Tuck,’ Jose Morales answered, not showing any regrets. Only a smile was noticeable on his lips. ‘You…you monster…’
‘I’d warned you! I said you were going to pay, and this is only the beginning!’ Tuck froze when he saw the look in Morales’ eyes.
He looked at his wife, and then a feeling of anger overpowered him. He was hurt so bad, that whatever Morales would do, it wouldn’t effect him.
He turned to Morales and saw something shining in his hand. Morales lifted his hand, showing a knife, long and sharp but very small.
‘Before my escape, I thought about how to kill you. It must be slow and painful. A fellow inmate brought me this. It’s a Japanese knife, only used by serial killers. The stabbing doesn’t kill you, it only makes you bleed, but the pain is indescribable.’ Tuck began to laugh.