Today's Sunday Six from Chapter Fourteen of Rock Killer:
The door slammed open and Beatty stood in the frame,
back-lit by the light in the hall. He
walked in the room slowly. Charlie held
her breath and fought to stay on her feet.
He walked close to the gurney and into the puddle formed by
her still-dripping IV bag. He studied
the floor and the plastic tubing for a moment, then looked at the
read-out. He was about three feet away
from Charlie and she hoped the brightness of the screen would make her hard to
see behind it. She could feel and hear
the blood dripping off the end of her finger onto the floor.
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