Friday. Unknown, Arizona.
NADINE SLID ONE NAIL under the other, absently cleaning them. She kept finding dried blood, no matter how well she went over herself. Given that she'd killed five people a week since December, that was a lot of blood. There were a few loose ends still, but she'd managed to clear her list. For the most part. There were still a few on her list to deal with.
The car shifted suddenly and she leaned left. Her elbow rammed against the door a bit too hard, causing her to suck in a breath. Of course, the damn bag over her head came with it. The fabric stuck to her lips and a fold of fabric went into her mouth.
Gross.
She reached up and pulled at it.
"Hands," the boy next to her snapped.
"Calm down, boy. I can't see anything."
Still, she placed her palms on the top of her thighs.
That seemed to placate him.