Finale

Two fighting figures, rolling on the floor,

The writhing bodies searching for a chink in the others armour

A moment

The guard of one dropped for a second

The others hands fast as lighting around the bare throat of the victim,

The strong hands holding tighter,

Pulling together the folds of soft flesh in one strangling grip

Choking, one scrabbles at the others iron grip,

Without a hope of survival

The struggling grows weaker,

The dead body slides limply along the polished floor,

With one final squeeze the killer stands up and prepares to leave

Senor Roca is dead at last