Nick
fought to stay conscious. After three
surgeries in as many days the pain killers were overwhelming. During his unconscious state nightmares
forced him to relive the shooting.
The gunfire and smell of blood filled
his head. Before he fit the floor, he
saw Magda go down. Blood flowed out of
his partner, the thickness of it meeting the thickness of his own. Before he lost total consciousness, he saw the
Shooter place a small figurine on Magda’s desk.
He remembered the Shooter.
He was a damned good dresser, very
dapper with matching tie and pocket rocket.
Light brown but not blonde hair with grey eyes. Nick especially remembered the eyes. They were
cold and almost lifeless, but held the look of death. The Shooter paused to put a bullet into
Magda’s head. Her head jerked up and
then bounced on the floor. The kill shot
– but not Nick - why not me? Hammer woke
to find Shannon standing by his bed and
holding on tightly to his hand.
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