Harley noticed the door was ajar and to Harley, that was an invitation to enter. He followed the scent of blood inside. He heard the screaming and knew he would have to stay out of sight and quiet, but he needn’t have worried.
He saw the woman first, naked, lying splayed out on the Linoleum, blood everywhere. It looked like she tried to get away, sliding, falling, landing at last face down in one of the puddles of blood.
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