CHAPTER NINE
Anna walked the carnival grounds slowly, her mind going over everything that had happened. The shooting had been horrible, and that sight was burned into her mind. The blood pooling on that oriental rug, the man laying so still and quiet, the other men turning towards the door where she had stood. It was as if it had all just happened.
Anna’s hands were shaking again just as they had that day. The car she had traded for hadn’t been in the best of shape and – with things as they were– she hadn’t been able to take it to a shop to be overhauled either. She had had to leave. Fast. She had run from what had happened – and her life – as fast as she had been able to.
Anna looked around at the shadows of some of the booths and rides as they were at night. In some cases, they looked
