Carmella waited until she heard a door open and close before leaping up and darting to the kitchen. Her eyes frantically scanned the counter for a set of knives. Every kitchen had them—except this one.

Damnit!

She looked into the sink and found a dirty butcher knife among some unwashed dishes. She backed up to the sink and felt around blindly, her hands closing carefully around the sharp blade. Once she had it securely in her grasp, she dashed back into the living ...