C386 Bk3:Ch–31 Scorpion tattoo(pt-2)

They came face to face with a cold street. There was an unattended haystack at the end. A damp and rusty smell entered Waiz’s nose as he cringed it. “I smell fresh blood.”

His eyes followed the stench of the smell to the haystack where the bodies lay. As they were looking for Rosa they did not think to look properly at the dumped bodies on the top of the haystack