Chapter 113 Murderer
- Breathing was hard. It felt difficult to draw a lungful of air. I found myself wheezing as I clutched my side. Behind me I could hear banging and flopping. I knew it was the sounds of Karen's henchmen pursuing me. Some were tumbling out the window as I had, others came from the front of the cottage. They were pouring after me like a pack of dogs.
- There were at least six or seven of them.
- Too many.