"John E. Stith - Memory Blank" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stith John E)

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Prologue
EVEN BEFORE THE man entered the room, he had known there were two bodies on the floor. A
monitoring camera had told him that much. What he didn't know was that one of the bodies was not
dead.

He stepped over the man nearest the exit and turned off the alarm that had summoned him. Once
finished, he stooped to examine the first intruder. The man's chest was crushed. Even if that hadn't been
enough to kill him instantly, the gaping wound on his forehead would have sufficed. The massive amount
of blood on the man's body had resulted from the sudden large breaks in the skin, not from a single
wound that had kept bleeding as the intruder slowly died. Death had not lingered here.

The man was glad the victim had not suffered. The world was too full of pain already.

He crouched over the second body, and only then did he realize this man was still alive. The injured
man's breath was shallow, uneven. His pulse was weak.

Complications. The crouching man rolled the prone form onto its back, and then looked appraisingly at it.
This one was no stranger.

Applying a firm but gentle pressure at the base of the jaw could make the immediate situation far simpler.
It would make everything simpler. The man liked things to be simple.

Instead, he rose and shook his head. There had to be another way. Maybe not so simple, but almost as
sure.

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Hillside

HE TASTED DUST.