Bernie stumbled forward and fell face down, impaling the shears even deeper into his chest when he landed.
“Oh my God, oh my God…” Paul looked as if he was going to pass out. Steve was beside him seconds later, putting an arm around him to turn him away from the sight of the blood pooling around Bernie’s body. He led him out of the sewing room to a chair by one of the dressing rooms. Paul collapsed on it, burying his face in his hands.
That was when Steve realized his own hands were covered with blood. He stared at them, willing himself not to pass out when he saw more blood spattered on his clothes. He gulped in mouthfuls of air in an attempt to regain some vestige of control. He knew he had to call the police, and Jace. He wiped his hands on his jeans, took his phone from one pocket, a
