I retrieved my blade from the neck of the poor, dead man lying in a puddle of his own blood. I wiped my blade across my skirt, and then I slid it back into its holster. I collected Erin’s gun from the ground and I shoved it into her tattered purse, which she clutched in both hands.
All the while, I fought tears with everything I had in me. I refused to cry. Not now.
“Maybe we shouldn’t go straight back to the Airbnb,” Erin said quietly, her voice wavering.
God, this f*****g lady. “What do you suggest we do?”
“What if he follows us?”
“I hope he f*****g does!” I threw my hands up in frustration before I turned on my heel and continued in the direction of the Airbnb. I hastily wiped away a single tear that escaped my eye with the back of my hand. “I could’ve caught up with him!”
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