“Cora, would you be so kind as to tie his hands up for me?” “My pleasure.” I hold his hands up to her and she loops the rope around them, cinching them together and winding them up in an intricate knot. I smile at her handiwork. “Such a good girl. Now I’m going to take him with me. I need you to clean up here. Can you do that?” She nods. Her eyes have been widening this entire time, as if she’s coming down from whatever high the stabbing had produced and reckoning with what she has done.
