Alicia

I don't make it to the library before the door opens and Ash comes striding out. One look at his face and I know he wants to smash someone's head against the wall.

I'm being nice.

I know he'd prefer to take a gun to someone's head and pull the trigger, then watch as the person's blood seeps out at an alarming rate while slugging back liqueur as he discusses business.

Yeah, I know - I've got an over active imagination.

Whatever the case may be, tacky-blonde cop must have said, or done something to make him get this way.

I bring one hand up and hook it at...