Obviously his neck hadn't been broken, that would have been the end, the men in camouflage trousers didn't leave him long enough for that to happen, they were well trained, they must have known at what point it would be too late, not, I imagined, that it would matter very much if they got it wrong and the man snuffed it, perhaps no one in the world knew of his fate.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Your Face Tomorrow: Poison, Shadow and Farewell - pg. 133
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