My psychopathic friend - Merna Al-Mahdi

The bullet shot out of Salem's gun barrel and silenced by the weapon's silencer, which he was hiding in his back pocket of his trousers — as usual — to settle in the middle of the doctor's forehead, who thought herself clever when she left them to tell her all about the tragedies he had experienced, and she pretended to understand, be wise, empathetic, and understanding, and asked them for a copy of the ID to hand over to the authorities. Hadi's features relaxed when he saw the thin bloodline descending from her Botox-injected face's forehead, then he whispered to Salem with unparalleled enthusiasm: "I'm the one who's going to kill the nurse." Salem shook his head indifferently, then took the cigarette case where he had stored his cigarettes throughout the session, placed it in a plastic bag he took out of his pocket, and then he was about to get up to take the notebook lying between the hands of the murdered doctor and tear up all the pages written about them so he wouldn't leave any evidence against them. Hadi noticed his friend's condition, so he stopped him, saying: "Don't believe her, Salem. We're not psychopathic; society is the one playing the victim." Author: Merna El Mahdy Number of pages: 336 Dar Al-Karma