This was one of the two men who had banged most furiously on her door just moments ago, and who had tried to subdue her.
A look of terror was still frozen on his face, and deep in his eyes was a hint of regret.
Yes, he'd regretted it in his final moments. He knew then that he should never have messed with Stella Sterling.
Then, at least, he wouldn't have died.
In truth, even though life had been tough lately, it wasn't as if he had no food at home. In fact, he had a considerable amount stored away.
If he was frugal, it would be enough to last him for several months.
But he wasn't content with just getting by, living so miserably day after day. He hated that he couldn't eat his fill even when he had food, that he always had to ration for the future.
