He then took a large knife from his pants pocket. With it, he opened an incision from just above her navel to her crotch.
He turned on the water tap, rinsed the knife and cooled the branding instrument, and returned the items to one coat pocket, stuffing the folded clerical vest in the other.
From beginning to end, he had not removed his gloves.
He surveyed the apartment. All seemed as he wished.
He pulled his coat collar up around his neck and exited.
Once again, he checked the staircase and hallway, then the street. Once again, all seemed deserted. With a sense of resigned satisfaction, he left the scene.
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