11Mother’s BloodThe mother’s blood pooled around the bottom of the shelving unit in a wide sticky puddle and continued to trickle weakly from her neck. It flowed over the cans of tinned meats and vegetables before gathering on the ground.
Her throat had been sliced open, and her body draped over the top of the unit. The deep rip in her neck was such that the arrangement left her stone-cold eyes gazing directly down into the aisle behind her.
Soren crept around the shelves and tracked the direction of the dead woman’s eyes: her baby lay sprawled on the floor. Jesus, no! His heart pounded, and he gripped onto the shelf for balance as he absorbed the scene.
A smattering of blood patterned the baby’s upper body though he had no obvious injuries, most likely sprayed from his mother. There wa
