Chapter 4
First she was downing the last half of a bottle of vodka in a motel bathroom, and then she was watching the man that had been in charge of escorting her to safety coughing up what looked like buckets of bloods before dying on the motel room floor.
This time she didn’t scream. Instead the room closed in on her, growing hot as a furnace and spinning to the point that her body compelled her through the door and out into the fresh air, lest she throw up all over the assistant District Attorney’s body.
It took several huge gasps of air before the urge to expel the small meal she’d had on the plane and the copious amount of vodka from her stomach passed. And even then, she only just managed to stagger to her feet, the world still swaying around her.
Unfortunately, not even the grue
