“Blood!” Cranshaw said with dismay. “Blood!” Veronica said with delight. “Or perhaps only cherry juice,” Alice countered. “A good agent does not jump to conclusions.” Touching a fingertip to the knife, then to her tongue, she grimaced. “Blood. Ugh. Ugh.” She rubbed the heel of her hand against her tongue. “Can someone get me a glass of water? Ugh!”
