32. RAND
Her body was surprisingly heavy. He supposed that every body was. She was probably only 130 lbs. (140, tops) but still, a hundred pounds was a lot for one guy to carry. He continued dragging the wet, hot corpse across the linoleum. He had only a few minutes at most before she came back. Which would have been plenty of time if he hadn’t been feeling like a sack of wet dogshit himself.
“Actually,” he said out loud, “this is stupid.”
He let her drop and walked over to his desk. He grabbed a s*x Drive and walked back to the body.
“If you can’t bring Muhammad to the mountain...” he said, and then followed it up quickly with a, “f**k!”
She was already standing, and turning to face him, a gaping nest of exit wounds in the middle of her belly leaking stomach acid, bile, and bl
