The Blonde

… 36 seconds

There was screaming in Jack Eisley’s head, and he’d never felt it before, but now he could … the blood in his veins. On fire. And the throbbing in his head growing stronger with every heartbeat, and the screaming whine in his brain growing louder.

Jack shook his head, pounded his fists on the carpet.

Listen to me. I am infected with an experimental tracking device. If I am alone for more than ten seconds, I will die.

Christ, she wasn’t kidding.

This is real.

This is real.

This is real.