She stood at the sink and turned on the hot water. Watched it run down the drain as she waited for it to heat up. As it hit the metal sink, the clear liquid ran red, cloudy at first, then thick and dark. Dani jumped, gasping. With a blink, the blood became clear, clean water again. The night she’d burned down the trafficker’s house, that first shower she’d taken here after Kevin found her in the street, the water had turned red as she washed the blood off. Just some weird trick of memory after the stress of seeing a dead body. The dead body of an innocent. The traffickers deserved every injury, every bullet and cut and kick and punch. Dani had no remorse about killing some of them. None whatsoever. She only wished she could have killed them all, especially that bastard with a fondness for a stun gun. Steam curled up from the flowing water. She found a soap dispenser and pumped way more than she needed into one palm. Scrubbed her hands, wrists, all the way up to her elbows, even though she hadn’t actually touched the body.
