Aron was kneeling over a lifeless body. Tense muscles rippled beneath the shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. His face resembled a wax mask – pale and devoid of emotion. He straightened up and wiped the bloody blade of the knife. With a slow, lazy movement, he slipped the weapon behind his belt. He knew he was being watched. The witness to his crime was hiding in the shadows. He would have to kill her. “Get out" His cold, commanding voice echoed ominously off the warehouse walls.
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