I don’t hesitate.
I walk straight through the trail of discarded clothes. Jacket. Vest. Dress shirt, cufflinks tossed to the side. Dress pants, suspenders still attached.
All drenched in a deep shade of crimson.
A part of me wants to pick them up. A bigger part of me isn’t ready to see exactly how much blood has been spilled.
My only source of calm, the only reason I don’t panic is this odd sense of comfort beneath my bare feet. No matter how heavy I make my strides, no matter how hard I dig into the carpet, blood isn’t oozing between my toes with every step. So, I’m either too late and he’s already dead…
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Why is it called “Sin City”, you ask? Well, cuz her book is set in Vegas and mine is downright sinful. Look, don’t try to follow my irrational thought process, okay? 
