He remembered the starburst of blood on her forehead, the snail of it down her cheek as she tried to spit out what was in there in the moment before she collapsed. He remembered catching her as she fell—and then, for a long time, not much else. Gang business, the police would tell him later. Some sort of territorial dispute, we think. Irina died just after four a.m.
WHAT THE FUK SHE FKN DIES????????????::
