Automatically she glanced down. An object was rolling on the floor. Something large and round and horribly familiar, which had dropped from the shopping bag on the card table. It came to rest at Go Ara's feet, staring up at her with green eyes. Cha Sooyeon's eyes.
Her head. Cha Sooyeon's head.
For one second Go Ara was paralyzed by shock, and in that instant the Reaper struck.
He grabbed the Beretta and jerked it sideways, i Her finger squeezed the trigger reflexively. The gun went off like a bomb. She screamed. The recoil kicked her backward, loosening her grip, and the gun was ripped out of her hand. She stared into the black hole of the muzzle at point-blank range. The killer's face loomed behind it, twisted into an extremity of hatred.
"Bitch," he whispered. "Bitch. Bitch. Bitch."