It was time to teach him a lesson. With his back to me as I entered the room, he hadn’t seen me yet. I stood still, looking around the room and finally saw my weapon. A hammer lay on the floor below the picture he had just hung. I bent and slowly grabbed it, keeping my eyes on the back of his head.

I crept quietly to the back of his chair. Raising the hammer in both hands, I paused briefly as a metallic scent hit my nostrils. I leaned forward slightly and saw coagulated blood on the side of his head. Damn it! Someone had beat me to it.

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