Anita's Homecoming

The warm blood trickled over her fingers. His body contracted as he stared at her, a rattling sound passing his lips. Then his knees suddenly caved in and he collapsed in front of her, letting the gun drop onto the floor. She quickly bent down to pick it up. For a moment he lay on the rug staring up at her with profound indignation. It came as no surprise to her. She knew it was a characteristic of psychopaths that for all their ruthlessness towards others, their self-pity was limitless. On...