Chapter 65 Post-mortem

• Jenna frowned down at the corpse. He was a handsome man in life, young and athletic. His face was unblemished and smooth, with no scars, and his body, as it turned out, was lean and ripped. He would have been an attractive figure even in death if not for the gunshot wounds and the blood drying on his skin. Three entry wounds, grouped tightly around the solar plexus, pronounced his cause of death.
• "Is it a bad time to compliment you on your grouping?"
• "Yes, Rumsfeld," Jenna was forced to say, though at any other time she'd loved to hear him tell her more about what a great shot she was. As it was now, Jenna's mind was racing. This man, now dead on the table in front of her, had tried to kill Eliza. The fact that he managed to get this close to her was already a blow to Jenna's confidence in her own abilities. Her friend could have died, and the thought made her heart beat faster.