The next day it was like a bad dream. I didn't have much time to mull it over before headin' downtown to check on a job lead a friend had given me.
The next time I saw Monica was that evening. I was in my living room looking across the yard into her kitchen at her, sitting at her kitchen table having dinner.
I'd only been at the window a moment when she spun around to look me straight in the eye. When she did I could see that her entire face was covered in blood.
