That moment of hesitation was all Caldwell needed. Malik was a big man – six-three, muscular and heavy. It was crucial that she not get into any kind of brawl with him. So, while springing forward, she pulled out a tactical knife strapped to her right thigh, and drove it directly into Malik’s reproductive parts.
As he screamed out in agony, he fell back, with Caldwell on top of him. She shoved the knife in deeper, and then pulled it to the left, the right and then down.
His screams grew louder.
She pulled the knife out and whispered, “I think you may have trouble with those 72 dark-eyed virgins in paradise now. I bet they’ll thank me, though.”
Malik’s eyes rolled back in his head, and Caldwell jumped up and grabbed her gun.
- from MURDERER'S ROW: A PASTOR STEPHEN GRANT NOVEL