As I grab the edge of the marble counter and try to look for something to raise the alarm with, I see a still figure on the ground. A few more steps, and I recognize Jerry lying there, face-down in a pool of his own blood.
“No,” I moan, falling by his side. I try to shake him, but I’m too weak. His body is growing cold. “Jerry,” I whisper hoarsely.
I can’t get words out properly. My own body is starting to shut down.
The door is open. The smell of blood should alert somebody.
A hand wraps around my ankle, and I’m being dragged toward Vivian. My head lifts weakly, and I see her crawling toward me, a deranged look on her face.
“You think you can get away from me?” She spits at me. “I have to kill you. You have become a thorn in the organization’s path. And you have become far too arroga
