Justin Holt

The Book In The Bag

Allison buckled her fanny pack to her waist and strode to the back of the bar. She set the alarm, stepped into the alley, and locked the door. An athletic man staggered towards her as she turned around. He clutched a small paper bag in one hand and clasped one side of his neck with the other hand. Blood gashed around his hand and fingers. He pinned her bodily to the door, pushing the paper bag into her hand.