. . couldn’t. Too heavy. . . like a bowling ball. She licked her lips. Grimaced at the bad taste.Wake up.Why couldn’t she open her eyes? Her tongue felt thick, her mouth gritty. She could hear a voice. . . far away. Was the voice calling her name?Her eyelids fluttered open. Images came into focus. Boxes. . . wooden crates.The warehouse.Adrenalin exploded in her chest. Fire seared through her veins. Lori’s head came up. She shook it, blinked repeatedly to clear her vision.Spears! Where the hell was Spears?Her gaze focused. . . zeroed in on a woman, her head lolled to one side. Lori drew in a deep breath, it caught in her throat.Blood.The fog in her brain cleared. The woman was naked, slumped in the chair. Her arms hung down on either side. Blood pooled on the concrete floor around her. Small rips in her breasts seeped more of the precious crimson, like trails of red tears down her waist. Her legs were spread wide and more blood had dribbled down her pale thighs.Shit.Lori leaned forward.
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