Bloody Mary [antikvár]

PROLOGUE"It would be so easy to kill you while you sleep."He rolls onto his side and faces his wife, tangling his fingers in her hair. Her face is shrouded in a dried blue mask; an antiaging beauty product that has begun to peel. The moonlight peeking through the bedroom curtains makes her look already dead.He wonders if other people look at their partners at night, peacefully dozing, and imagine killing them."I have a knife." He brushes his fingertips along her hairline. "I keep it under the bed."Her lips part and she snores softly.So ugly, especially for a model. All capped teeth and streaked hair.He wedges his hand between the mattress and box spring and pulls out the knife. It has a large wooden handle, disproportionate to the thin, finely honed blade. A fillet knife.He places it against his wife's neck, gently.