Page 63 of Last Girl Standing


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Scrolling back up to the top of the page, she wrote: Blood Dreams by Delta Smith-Stahd.

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Bailey was being pulled along the ground, her bare heels scraping on the tarmac. She tried to lift her head, but it was more than she could accomplish. She couldn’t understand what was happening.

Penske . . . Penske was dragging her around the outside of the car.

It was late. Dark. Cold. No other cars around in the lot.

“Whad’re ya doin’?” she mumbled.

“Helping you.”

He propped her against the car, where she sank into a heap. She blinked a few times until the parking lot, the trees beyond, the back of Lundeen’s, all came back into focus.

She slowly found the strength to get to her feet, leaning hard against the car, staring down at her bare feet. “Where’re my shoes?” She cleared her throat. She felt better, sharper. “What the hell, Penske?”

“Here. Put ’em on.”

Her shoes were on the ground. She slid one foot into one, and then the other, moving carefully. She still felt weird, as if her body was someone’s else’s. “Somebody spiked my drink,” she said with more certainty.

“I did,” he said. “I wanted to have sex with you.”

“What?”

“I didn’t think you’d go for it, so I gave you a little something.”

“Jesus . . . You shit! You can’t . . .” She broke off, her building fury melting away as she realized he had her Glock in his hand and was pointing it at her.

“I read your journal while you were out,” he said. “Don’t scream. I’ll shoot you.”

“What?” Bailey was in pure shock.

“We’ve been worried about you for years. About what Carmen might have told you. About what she saw.”

“She . . . didn’t . . . she . . .”

He looked past her, and she started to turn around, see what he was looking at. There were footsteps and—

Blam!

The shot hit her dead center in the chest.

Blam! Blam!

Twice more.

She smelled the cordite, felt the impact, the bursting pain, saw Penske rushing toward her as she fell forward onto the concrete, smacking her head.

“Took you long enough,” she heard him say as he glared at the newcomer. “Thought I was going to have to fuck her again.” Then, “Hey! Stop! Shit!”

Blam!

Penske’s body folded in on itself, and he collapsed beside her.

She stared into his blue eyes, full of stunned surprise.

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