The Runaway Groom

Chapter 342

There was a small white bottle, a switchblade, and a lighter.

None of them were particularly deadly, but with a little work, it could still inflict damage to the human body.

Quincy therefore had to act calm. “We’re in a police station.”

Stan chuckled. “We know that, so we won’t do anything stupid. That said, I’m quite close with that officer just now, so he’s willing to give us some space.”

Quinc’ys face paled, even as Stan took off his tie and stuffed it into her mouth.

Isaac rose to his feet as well, picking up the switchblade and ejecting the blade-it was not particularly huge, but very sharp.

“I can do it, sir,” Stan said, walking up to him.

Isaac, however, stayed silent as he walked around the table toward Quincy and pressed the blade against Quincy’s face.

He just needed to apply little pressure, and the blade would cut through Quincy’s skin.

only whimper, her pupils dilating as her

she was meat on the butcher’s table, and it was

easy-one would not know it after the

the other hand, spiritual torment certainly left

As Isaac spoke, he slid the switchblade

it, and the blade cut through

much since he avoided any arteries-but it

Irene studied her medical books, which described at length

the neck was a vulnerable spot especially given the jugular, there was a spot one could reach. there,

her face turned pale. Her pupils dilated even

aside, appeared worried that Isaac would get butterfingers and slit

looked up at him,

trying. “She may be heinous, but she’s not worth getting

plunged the switchblade into Quincy’s shoulder even before

gave Stan a

her facial features

not help

pretended to look sympathetic. Picking up the white