Ronnie let out a quiet, relieved sigh and leaned against a nearby table, her hands in her pockets. She was practically the picture of relaxation, now that she had gotten what she came here for. It had been the few things that had rested heavily on her, and now that they were gone...
At her sister's rebuttal, she just shrugged. "Would you like me to write the letter, Jessie? It would be the same, regardless if I live through this or not. I would probably see you a few times, but they...they wouldn't see me again."
"It works like any poison. You put it on the bait, and if he eats it, he dies," she said, shrugging. "Meanwhile, I have the knife, so if I can get close enough, I'll use it. It's not terribly complicated."