Too much blood. Too much blood is dripping. He’ll smell it. He’ll find me.
Once again, she stopped for a moment and leaned against a wall under the flashing red bulbs and the piercing alarm. She inhaled and drew the blood back into her body through the poorly sealed gash that arced over her shoulder. A dozen rivulets trickled up her bare arm.
People hire me to find things for them. I have a special skill that may not seem like a big deal at first blush, but if you think about, you’d realize just how useful it can be. Like now. I don’t have a gun. I don’t know how to fight. But I’m on the run from guys who seem to have more firepower than the army. And so far, I’m staying a step ahead of them. And it’s all because of the nose.
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