CHAPTER ELEVENJessica
I felt the room spin at the sight of Fred’s corpse. Seeing
him dead was like a punch in the gut. From the sight of his pants, it was
obvious the stench wasn’t just from bodily deterioration. He’d emptied a full
bladder and moved his bowels upon death.
The sewage smell was overbearing, so I stepped back outside,
gulping the fresher air in the hallway. I shut the door behind me, but the foul
odor lingered in my nostrils.
The door across from me opened, and I jumped. I gaped as an
old woman came out. She had disconcertingly light blue eyes embedded in
wrinkled flesh, and her head was topped with a shock of gray hair. Wrapped in a
tattered pink robe, she jangled a set of keys in one palsied hand and held a
tissue in the other.
“Are you all right?” Her voice s
