Chapter 10 Guns and Shadows

PRETO

Every second that passes fuels my rage.

The Glock rests on my thigh, muscles tight, as I wait—motionless—for her to come around. Then a weak cough breaks the macabre silence. I force myself not to lunge at the feverish body as she brings a hand to her throat and struggles up onto her elbows....

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