The Story from X to Y — Part Four

Continuing on from Part Three.

Here’s Part Four!

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Yup.

Chapter J

Five minutes before that

After the man with the gun left, I tried to wrap my mind around what he’d said.

The image of a body lying in a pool of blood solidified until it formed what passed for a memory.

My head still throbbed from whatever had caused me to pass out. But I could feel my thoughts sharpen into better focus.

I rose to my feet and moved to the door, which opened into a long hall of doors. A quick peek revealed no obvious threats, so I left the room and, on impulse, tried other doors as I passed them. The rooms looked all alike and empty. Some had desks or other signs of habitation. Otherwise, the place looked abandoned. I wondered if they’d moved me instead of the body.

Took no time for me to reach the street. Flatbush Avenue. What was I doing in Brooklyn?

But there he was again. The man in the houndstooth jacket.

I had no time to worry, because someone opened fire and a spray of ammo raked the air. My only thought was of avoiding the bullets.