A Slow Death (Max Drescher Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
Good luck with that, lads. ‘Excuse me.’ ‘Huh?’ ‘Out of the way.’ ‘Sorry.’ Belatedly realising that he was blocking the exit, Max jumped out of the way as a pair of paramedics pushed a gurney towards him. One of the paramedics, a middle-aged skinhead with bloodshot eyes, grunted something indecipherable. ‘Sorry,’ Max repeated, holding the door open with his foot. ‘Let’s get on with it,’ the other paramedic muttered, ‘our shift should have finished half an hour ago.’ He was a younger guy, with marginally more hair. His pockmarked skin took on a diseased glow under the artificial light. ‘Think of the overtime,’ his colleague suggested, carefully lining the gurney up so that it would make it through the narrow doorway. ‘The extra money’s always handy.’ ‘Bugger the overtime, I’m supposed to be going out with Monica tonight.’ ‘Ah, yes, love’s young dream.
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