'She suddenly realized they were being quite polite to her.'
'She couldn't imagine what would have happened if that kick had landed on her.'
The man was also startled. He cowered and didn't say another word.
Stella Sterling looked at them, gestured to the filthy entrance of her apartment with a lift of her chin, and said, "You made this mess. Get rid of him, and clean up the blood. If you don't do a good job—"
As Stella Sterling spoke, her cold gaze swept over them.
The group trembled in fear and hastily replied, "Don't worry, we'll clean it up for you. We guarantee you'll be satisfied."
Stella Sterling nodded. At that moment, an older woman spoke up, tentatively and doubtfully, "Miss, what about the other person? Doesn't he have to help?"
'Since we all made this mess together, we should all have to clean it together.'
'The dead one is one thing, but the other guy isn't dead. Why doesn't he have to help?'
