I tucked the blunt back into the corner of my mouth, swiveling back to the TV. The whole room fell quiet and all eyes were directed at me for further instructions, and what the fuck was everybody so upset about?
Nice to meet you, Bill. I’m Detective Dane and this is Detective McNamara. Stella exposed a nasty wound on Brody’s leg. A bullet had struck the meaty part of his calf. Covering the wound, she said, We’re going to need more of these.Try this. Bill handed her a roll of gauze and an ace bandage.
That should work. She wrapped the wound, pulling the bandage snug but not too tight. Are you hit anywhere else? she asked Brody.He didn’t answer, and his eyes were closed.Brody! Stella felt for his pulse. It beat rapidly against her fingertips, but his face had gone dead-white. His leg wound hadn’t bled that much. He must have another wound. She ran her hands up his arms and legs.
Here. Bill moved aside Brody’s jacket. Blood soaked his dress shirt. He must have been hit under the arm. How the hell did that happen?He was below us. Stella pulled at Brody’s jacket. Do you have scissors?
Bill ran to the counter and returned with them. She cut away Brody’s suit and shirt. Lifting his arm, she stacked gauze and applied pressure to the wound. The hole was smaller but more dangerous than the one on his leg.
Two patrol cars parked in front of the pharmacy. Bill went out to signal for the ambulance. Stella leaned into Brody. Blood welled between her fingers.He’d learned his lesson tonight. Missy had been more compliant, but then she’d broken quickly. Perhaps Dena would be harder to crack. Excitement hummed in his blood. Would she be The One? So far, his efforts had provided nothing but disappointment. But he’d known from the first time he’d seen Dena that she was strong.
He chased her with the spray until she hit the corner and curled into a fetal position. Goose bumps erupted over her skin as the freezing water beat down on her.You should have thought of the consequences before you escaped, but you never think of the consequences of your actions, do you?
She would learn all about repercussions now.Pale pink colored the water as some dried blood washed from her nose. She closed her eyes as he rinsed blood and dirt from her face. He returned the showerhead to its hook and wheeled a janitor’s mop and rolling bucket onto the tile. Soapy water churned as he loaded the mop. He brought it around and began to wash her.