It was hard to see because of the rain, and the parking lot was desolate and empty. Any number of people could be hiding in the darkness, so reaching the detective's car… his car…
Saint frowned.
'The corpses!'
The corpses of the three assailants were still on the road, and when Morgan saw them, her reaction was bound to be extreme. A fragile person like her could not be exposed to such traumatic stimuli.
But before Saint could do anything, they reached the car.
The corpses were still sprawled on the road, being battered by rain. The rain washed away the blood, but it was impossible to mistake the ghastly nature of the three dark shapes laying on the asphalt for anything but what they were.
'Oh, no.'
Saint looked at Morgan, concerned.
Morgan, meanwhile, looked at the corpses with complete indifference.
A moment later, though, she smiled.
"Three… were these guys after the psychiatrist?"
Detective Sunless nodded, making Morgan's smile widen a little.
She gave the ghastly corpses another nonchalant glance.
"They sent four after me."
Then, she looked at the detective and asked curiously:
"What about you?"
He lingered with the answer for a while.
"A seasoned, elite assassin. Not rabble like these fools were."
Morgan studied him silently for a moment.
"So… one."
Detective Sunless scowled fiercely.
"He was the real deal, okay?!"
Mumbling something under his nose, he dragged the most gruesome corpse to the wayside, then walked back to the car and opened the door.
"Now, are you getting in or what?"
Shrugging, Morgan took off her facemask and climbed onto the backseat.
'I probably should not get into that car."
Saint hesitated for a few moments…
And then got into the car.
'Damn it.'