nd me from behind as I stood at the kitchen counter. His

ince we had some people over. My old college buddies are in town this weekend. Mike, Dav

l the tension in his body. This was i

iam. I' d love that." My own acting skills surprised me. Inside, I was a coiled spr

le becoming more genuine.

see the flicker in my own eyes, the cold calculation. I saw a brief, almost imperceptible tremor in his hand as

where accessible but hidden. I started with his things. His gym bag, his desk, his closet. Finally, in his so

small, yet it represented the absolute depths of his depravity. For a moment, the weight

aline solution I' d procured from a pharmacy. With steady hands, I made the switch. I p

here his parents were staying for the week. They were an unex

rk?" It was his mother,

k like a party gone wrong. An accidental overdose. Tragic, but believable. Once she'

is mother sighed. "Then we can f

resh wave of cold fury through me. They weren't just complicit, they

of intensely bitter, non-toxic food-grade flavoring. It was the kind used in products to

ime, and a splash of soda water. Into that pitcher, I emptied the entire bottle of the bitter

party. My trap was set. Now, all I had