Her hand touched something sticky and spongy. She recoiled back into her seat.

“Are you okay back there, ma’am?” the taxi driver asked knowingly.

She looked at his eyes reflected in the rearview mirror. Then there was nothing.

He dragged her slowly across his basement floor and dumped her on the plastic sheet. He slashed open her chest and cut out her heart with a surgeon’s scalpel.

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