C442 "you're Not Going to Get Away."

The morning sunlight shone through the French windows onto the smooth marble floor, and the tiny dust danced in the light. In the quiet and large space, one could hear the dripping sound of the clock, as well as the sound of the knife scraping the plate. It was a bit ear-piercing.

Connie raised her eyes and stole a glance at the man sitting across from her. His back was very straight