Within the residue was the perfect silhouette of a man.
“No way. I never want to see that animal murdering, crazy scumbag again — unless I’m going to his cabin to kill him!”
I have been murdered. Do not come to my apartment. Tell the police that the murder weapon is ricin and that my whole apartment is contaminated.
Two gunshots from a man with a prosthetic arm and a laser-green eye to match; and her family was gone.