I stumbled out of the elevator and into a beautiful lobby, complete with a security guard.
Fuck my life.
I knew I had blood running down my right arm; I could feel it drying and turning sticky with each passing moment.
"Excuse me, Miss?" asked the guard, coming around the desk and heading straight for me.
I couldn't wait around. He would call the police, and I was going away for murder. And if I did, there went my career. No one would hire a doctor who was convicted of murder. There was no way.
No, I had to run.
Before he could get any closer, I bolted for the doors, happy to see that they opened automatically for me. I was small enough that I didn't even have to wait for them.
Squeezing through the narrow crack, I left the apartment and sprinted down the street. I didn't know where I was going, and frankly, I didn't care. I just needed to get away from that place and the man that I killed.
