Chapter Twenty-Eight - Bombshell In White

The trunk of his disgustingly-expensive Aston Martin flung open as soon as the vehicle slammed into another parked in the main hospital lot. The sounds of gunfire and raised voices were enough to make the animalistic Grimaldi cower in fear, unable to move or to close the trunk once more to provide some protection from the harmful elements of the outside world. After the loud noises had dispersed to the four winds, he decided now was the time to make an exit. 

“Whoa! What the hell??” the closest police officer exclaimed as Grimaldi exploded out of the trunk, his legs churning the second he met with the pavement. He ran as fast as he could, he ran away from the sounds, the loud screaming of the men and w...

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