21
I left O’Malley’s faster than I should have. I should’ve been more cautious. But a bar full of bodies and that missing marshal out back fleeted my feet.
The side door led to a skinny alley between the bazaar corridor on the backside and the boardwalk out front. Lucky for me it was deserted, but I couldn’t linger long. I figured BS would be on my heels like a lost puppy if I didn’t disappear, and quick. But I liked the idea of moving without thinking even less than the thought of BS catching up with me. So I fought my feet and took a moment to take stock. To think.
A dust storm had begun coating the transparent plastisteel overhead, and the beauty of last night’s blue-hued sunset had long passed. My hands felt gritty-wet. I looked down to find Bonnie’s blood on them. I almost couldn’t
