In the bathroom, Dimi turned the shower on and stripped her clothes off. She was exhausted. Her dress pooled at her feet, and she let her bra and panties fall to the floor with a sigh. The steam of the hot water was already filling up the space and she pushed the glass door to the side and stepped under the water.
The sting of the scalding water was turning her skin bright red immediately and she let the burn wash away the dirt she felt deep under skin from the activities of the night. Though she had not murdered anyone tonight, Miklos had been correct. She had been invigorated by the thrill of an interrogation, by the violence and the resolution of the situation. The pleasure now made her feel guilt for a thrill she had promised herself she would never feel again.
It had been a real con
