Chapter 19// Booting up
BANG, the foreman came back in his office slapping the door open as he usually did. Leo came to, shaking his head out of the daze.
A metallic taste was in his mouth. His forehead was feeling wet, beady. He looked at the mayor’s tie again. It was bloody. The noose was around a stiff neck, head squished like a lemon. An eye was still falling slowly from the mess. Leo looked at his newly acquired prosthetic arm. It was wound in a fist and was dripping brain matter.
The fat foreman took off his hardhat and brought it to his chest. He wheezed, out of breath, “Pappas, what have you done? What the hell have you done?”
