Twisted Game (Margot Harris 6)

“Yeah, well, I bet she’d kick your fat ass too.”

“Maybe, but I’m not the one going to prison.”

Lucas didn’t have a good reply to that so instead, he said, “I think I want my lawyer.”

“Suit yourself,” Anderson told him. “We’ll be seeing you, Lucas.”

Lucas watched the detectives leave and went back to trying to find something on television. He was flipping through the channels when the door opened again.

He looked over and said, “I didn’t expect to see you back so soon. You forget something?”

“Yeah,” the man said as he held up the hand holding a sharpened metal spoon, “I forgot to stab your sorry ass to death.”

Lucas tried to reach the call button, but he was too slow. The sharp spoon was jammed through his neck before he could pick up the call button. His jugular vein was severed, and blood began to spray. It wasn’t long before a spoon did what bullets couldn’t.