The Vegetative Killer

"During the five years I was in a vegetative state, all ten family soldiers assigned to guard me were murdered.One of them merely smoked a cigarette outside my hospital room. The next day, he was found upside down, drowned in a toilet.Another simply adjusted my pillow. The next day, he took a dive from a skyscraper rooftop.The Corleone family was in chaos, but they couldn't find a single trace of the killer.With no other choice, the ten executions, all textbook Mafia hits, became cold cases.Strangely, the very second the tenth guard's heart stopped,I opened my eyes.The first thing I did upon waking was call the FBI and turn myself in.The agents were stunned."Miss Corleone, are you saying that while in a coma for five years, you planned and executed the murders of ten fully armed Mafia soldiers?"My fingers tapped lightly on the table, a faint smile playing on my lips."That's right.""Being in a vegetative state only means I couldn't move.""Who ever told you that killing, something so crude, required me to get my hands dirty?""