Leslie gathered her belongings, wiping her bloody mouth. Her eyes scanned the room.
“Gosh, I have to stop getting blood all over these hardwood floors,” she said out loud, only dead eyes staring up at her from the bed.
His face was so expectant, she thought. He was so trusting, so innocent.
“My line of work is a real drag,” Leslie said out loud again, to him this time.
She turned towar...