CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Ashley fought the urge to vomit as she stared at what was left of Neil Wilson. Her nausea stemmed not just from the sight of blood, mangled flesh, and splattered brains, but from the stench. The odor that permeated the room Neil had used as an office could best be described as rotting fruit, decaying meat, and feces, all mixed together. It was the worst smell she’d ever encountered, and she knew it was one she’d never forget.
Although it was uncomfortable, she kept the front of her shirt pulled up over her nose. Not that it helped much. Now she understood the stories she’d heard about cops smearing Vicks VapoRub under their noses before entering a location that contained a dead body. But she felt certain that even the pungent aroma of Vicks wouldn’t be enough t
