The Cop’s Demise

When she came to, she realises her hands were cuffed from behind and she was now facing the Don. This was not looking good. Working as a cop was never supposed to be this dangerous. The Don wanted to know who her informant was but she was never going to tell. Sighing, the Don leaned back in his chair.

"You know too much,' he said, "We must now drink to your death. Have some whiskey ..."