Chapter Fifty-Four
Something slammed into her right side, just below her ribs, bringing her attention back. Almost immediately, she felt a horrific tearing pain in her abdomen.
Gasping, she was aware of someone suddenly directly next to her. It was a middle-aged man dressed in white. She stood between this man and the refrigerator door. Tasha tried to spin away, but something held her in place, and the pain significantly increased. Screaming in agony, she struck with her right hand, connecting with the man’s throat, feeling the larynx fracture. He grabbed at his neck and took a step back.
As Tasha drew the pistol, she recognized his outfit. He was wearing a chef’s coat.
Before he could recover, she shot him twice in the chest, and the sound of him hitting the tile floor was much louder
