C134 Killer's Appearance

That knock on the door was like the death knell of the Underworld, making me break out in cold sweat.

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead and swallowed hard. I was clutching an aluminum tube in one hand and sweating in the other.

Subconsciously releasing the electric baton, he wiped his hands on the quilt, wiped off his sweat and held the electric baton again