Jamal gasped, grabbed his neck, and collapsed to his knees.
Blood spurted between his fingers, his eyes wide with shock.
“You”.
Jamal croaked, staring at his killer as if trying to say something or find out something, but the words stuck in his throat along with the blood.
A few seconds later, he fell onto his side, convulsed, and fell silent.
The stranger stood over him, clutching the bloody knife in his hand, his chest heaving heavily.
Shanaya finally found the ability to move.
She slowly approached her savior who was still standing staring at Jamal’s body.
You you saved my life.
She said in a trembling voice.
The stranger turned sharply toward her.
In the shadow of his hood she couldn’t see his face only the gleam of his eyes.
Go.
He said in the same strangely distorted voice.
Call the police and go.
Forget you ever saw me.
