QUOTE : The point of the thin knife penetrated the hollow of Janice’s throat and sliced through her windpipe. Thick streams of warm blood spurted onto George’s face as the stiletto exited out the back of her neck, inches below the spot where his hand gripped her skull. Janice’s gaze locked onto his. She could see her own horror-stricken face reflected in the cold blankness of the murderer’s eyes. His grip on her head tightened. She gargled on her blood for a moment before her eyes rolled into her head. The last sounds she heard were the buzzing of the lights and the inhuman choking noises still forcing their way past her own lips. George