I tossed the phone and it sunk into the water. It was deeper than I had estimated. The grin slid off her face as I flexed my hand with the knife and turned my attention back to her. She began to scoot backward. I found it confusing until I looked down and saw bone protruding from her shin. “Why are you smiling, you sick fuck?” she demanded. “Because you’ve got a horse face and a broken leg. The best thing to do is put you down.” Tired of this lazy cat-and-mouse game, I cleared my throat and stomped over to her, then I raised my knife. “Goodbye, Sam.”
