Tate had gone in from behind and taken the wire-like string to her throat and held her head then in his lap while he watched her as if she were just falling asleep. Not an emotion of anger or sorrow or remorse on his face, until she whispered a name he didn’t know, then there was confusion. Someone from her world or something. Whatever, it didn’t matter. All he noticed was how her last movements of her lips got some blood on his pant leg. That caused him to finally release her lifeless body and wait to hear the cannon.