Missy - Death by stabbing

A hairpin materialised in his throat. Horrinthal gagged, fingers clamping round his neck, but the pin was sharp, and it had gone in deep. With a gargle, Superintendent Marcus Horrinthal fell backwards, taking a chair with him as he went.

‘He’s not wrong,’ Missy said, lowering her hand. ‘I however, am an excellent shot.’

‘Oh my God,’ Frond said. ‘You … you killed him.’

‘Well someone had to,’ she said.

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The Wintertime Paradox, Chapter 10