Phoebe's POV
After sending my reply to Harold, I didn't spare a glance at the two fresh bodies sprawled on the floor, their eyes frozen wide in death. I stepped right over them, pulled the door open, closed it behind me, and walked briskly out of the restroom.
Before I left, I threw a wicked grin toward a particular corner.
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The man crouched in the shadows clenched his jaw in fury.
If stares could be lethal, he would have shredded Phoebe into a thousand fragments by now.
His two partners lay dead. This woman had murdered them both, yet he couldn't dare emerge from hiding.
He knew he'd lose. Showing himself would mean certain death.
He needed to use the confusion to dispose of the bodies before discovery, eliminate every trace of tonight's events.
If Harold's people got wind of this, the consequences would be catastrophic.
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Phoebe's POV
