Double Homicide [antikvár]

oneIt wasn't that Dorothy was nosy. She was going through the backpack because it stank. Five days' worth of rotted food leaked from brown lunch bags - a microbe's dream. After carefiilly extracting the olfactory offense with her fingertips, she saw something at the bottom, partially buried beneath crumpled papers and textbooks. Just the merest wink of metal, but it spoke to her with malevolence.Her heart slammed against her chest.Gingerly, she pushed away the junk on top imtil the object was completely exposed - a Smith & Wesson revolver, an old one. Taking it out of the knapsack, she examined the weapon. Nicked, scarred, rust aroimd the muzzle. Poorly maintained. Six blank chambers, but that was meager comfort.Her face registered shock, then the rage set in.