— 97 —
Jo crawled out of the ruins the next morning, squandering her reserves in order to reach AnyKaat before she passed out again.
She made it.
"What the hell happened, Jo? You're all torn to shit."
"Ricochets. She never hit me solid."
"Could have fooled me. She? Who?"
"Provik's girlfriend. They were the other two. I got them all. We're safe."
AnyKaat laughed sickly. "Right. Two women shot to hell in a place where women are bitches and bitches are commercial property."
Jo did not argue. "Can you walk? They had a lot of good stuff. If we don't grab it, somebody else will. And maybe use it on us."
"I'll manage."
She did. The stuff was there. But what had become of the bodies?
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