Microsoft Word - DeadHeat_wrp356.doc - Plot & Excerpts
Cowering in a corner, she repeatedly wiped her hands on her thighs, leaving streaks of blood on the denim. Her gaze remained glued to the bathtub. He pulled out his cell and called his brother. “Get down here. Now!” He reached out slowly and curled his hand around her shoulder. “Sshhh,” he whispered. “It's all right, baby.” She slapped his hand away, her eyes wild with fear or grief. He couldn't tell which. “All right? It's not all right. Things will never be right again.” He walked to the bathtub. His stomach lurched and he fought not to gag. A dark bay horse head rested on the bottom of the tub, bringing to mind a grotesque facsimile of a taxidermy project. Blood dribbled from the severed neck onto the white enamel and trickled down the drain. A large white blaze ran down the horse's nose — a blaze identical to Rising Sun's. Jesus. No wonder Jenna crumbled. No. It’s impossible. He’d hired excellent men to guard Rising Sun twenty-four hours a day. Ignoring Jenna's efforts to push him away, he gathered her close and steered her out of the bathroom.
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