He went down hard. His head cracked against the corner of her dresser.
Her college chemistry, the one class she’d nearly failed, suddenly became the most important thing she’d ever taken. Chloroform. Not the movie version where a rag over the face drops you in two seconds. The real thing. Slow. Creeping. A lullaby in chemical form. Threat- Chloroform- One woman who was attacked ...
Then she smelled it. Sweet. Cloying. Like overripe pears soaked in nail polish remover. He went down hard
Maya stood in the middle of the room, shaking so violently her teeth chattered. The pepper spray canister was hot in her palm. She didn’t look at the body. She looked at the handkerchief on the floor, still damp, still sweet. Two feet from her pillow. Chloroform
She breathed. For the first time that night, deeply.