Serial Killer vs. E-MericaThe great state of Missouri lay across the Speaker's bench at the front of the House of E-representatives, wrapped in the American flag. His eyes and mouth gaped, and his arms and legs hung over the sides, dripping blood on the carpet below.
"Oh, God," said Connecticut, her shaky hand hovering over Missouri's motionless chest. "He's not breathing."
Manitoba stood on the next tier down and wouldn't come any closer. "Is there a--what's it called? Heartbeat?"
Connecticut lowered her hand, then jerked it away. "That's in the throat, right?" Nervously, she scrubbed her palms on her smart red pantsuit. "Or is it the arm?"
That was when Nevada had finally had enough.
Without a word, he pushed his tall, lanky body through the crowd on the floor of the House an
