Page 83 of Chicago Sin
I can’t get her out of my mind. I can’t get the smell of her out of my nose. I can’t make the vision of her lying in bed staring up at me to go away. She’s everywhere I look. She’s consuming.
Before I get out of the van of hers I’m borrowing, I decide I need to give her a call. I know Marco is standing guard, but it will put my mind at ease to hear her voice.
“Hello, Flowers,” I say when she answers the phone.
“I was hoping it was you.” I hear the smile in her voice.
“How has the morning been so far?”
“Good. Josie arrived on time, and we’ve been talking.”
“Did Marco arrive? He said he would.”
“Yes, in fact, I’m standing outside right now talking to him.”
Just as I’m getting ready to tell her to get back inside where it’s safe, I hear the worst noise imaginable. It’s a loud pop, pop, pop, followed by an ear-piercing scream.
“Hannah!”
The scream doesn’t stop.
“Hannah!”
And then there is silence…
