had to sink the fileshad to sink the files-
Grabs the pile of disks. Sweeps elbow, they land in the plastic bag, hefty black garbage
Got to get out. Ears tingled: I hear them coming. Closer. Louder. It.
This was her baby, and she was the hunter.
Not the hunted, never the hunted.
Now the crown of her empire was clattering to the ground. All that research, all that work.
(and her boys. my)
fill it with sixty seconds full of distance
She had gone so far. SHE.
NOise getting obscene- behind her
Could do it again. Relocate to Farthingsworth. She was MAGGIE WALSHGODDAMMIT
The screen whines dead.
Grab it all, what's left before she winds up-
Maggie Walsh. Dead. Computer.