Chapter Thirty Three

Macy could not get rid of the fishy smell of blood from her body.

Even though she had cleaned it many times. She stared at her reflection in the mirror in the bathroom. With hair still wet and wearing new clothes –because the previous clothes were almost completely covered in blood. Well, the clothes belong to Andrew.

Whether it's luck or just a coincidence, Andrew carries a bag of clothes in his car. And he told Macy to wear his clothes instead of waiting for David to bring other clothes. Oh, the woman had to throw the clothes away or even burn them.

Macy slowly took a deep breath and left the bathroom.

She closed the door slowly and looked at Andrew who was near the big window of the hotel room and was busy with his cellphone. From the tone of his voice, the man still sounded so angry with what happened a few hours ago.