It was at that point that another figure stepped out from beside the car, apparently having just watched the bloody show go down. Wrenley, on the ground and drenched in blood, looked at the approaching woman. She wore tight black clothes and kept her hair hanging over a face that was a pale oval with dark eyes and a grin. Instantly, she thought of the mannequin that had been placed on her bed just a few hours ago. It looked like her: same
