C45 You think you can handle that, Stormy?

IRA

Whatever sense of peace I had was flushed down the toilet as I watched life leave the young lady before me.

My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt heavy as I stared at the now limp body on the floor.

"They want me," I said, breathing hard. "They wanted me," I muttered again, feeling my blood race. "Whatever compelled her did that to her to get to me."

Dexter held my hand