I killed someone today. He deserved it, but still…I can’t say I took any pleasure in it.

No, wait, that’s not entirely true. I enjoyed the detail, the precision. I took pleasure in the nuances, how the bones made that unique sound that only comes when they break under the padding of flesh and blood. I enjoyed the moment of realization when he understood these breaths were his last, but the shock hadn’t shrouded his consciousness enough to dull the pain – or the awareness. And I enjoyed the satisfaction of knowing that a bad person was dead. At least, bad in my eyes. Whose else really matter?

Okay, enough – I need to go write another chapter. The hero of the latest manuscript has some heavy detecting to do, what with another body waiting to be found…More later.