Worcester Nights - The Boxed Set - Plot & Excerpts
She gathered the napkins more sturdily against my shoulder wound, looking down at me.Her voice was soothing and steady.“You’ll be all right.”I shook my head. I felt fine. Sure, I could feel the warm, thick liquid trailing down my chest, ruining my gorgeous, beaded gown. Sean was going to photograph me in this. I wondered if he could Photoshop out the blood, the damage done to this work of art. It was nothing, really. A few little swishes with the blur tool, and –BLAM.The back window of the car burst inwards, a bullet slammed into the dashboard, and I buried my face into Jessica’s torso, a shower of glass cascading down onto me.Bridgit’s voice was calmer than I’d ever heard it. “They’re gaining, Eileen. Take the right here. Get up onto 290.”“On it,” responded Eileen, her voice a low hum of concentration. The car careened to the left, righted itself, and then there was the steady growl of acceleration as we rose up onto the highway.There were a pair of pops, but they didn’t seem to make contact, or at least nothing valuable seemed to be hit.
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