"10 minutes late. Got caught up in traffic?" Kimiko's voice oozed with mockery, a smirk playing on her lips. She leaned back against the cushions, her gaze fixed on you.

She was in your apartment. Your couch. Sitting as if she hadn’t mercilessly taken the life your co-worker. A fellow detective on the case to take down the assassin seated in front of you. Her smirk sending a sick knotting feeling within your stomach. You wanted her gone before she targets someone else you’re close to again.