 I didn't like to have it that way, but that was how it had to be. Vile and angry, like there'd been an argument. That was how it was going to have to look. He turned his back to me and started lifting our costumes into a little suitcase. I slid the knife into my hand. Cold, cold. Even the wood handle was cold. What would the steel feel like to Bob? I came very close to him. He started to turn. And I jumped forward quickly and lost the knife somewhere in his throat.