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So, there's a problem with being a busy little bee: Sometimes, while you're in the back rooting around for more coffee which you know you have, you miss out on certain crucial events.

When Gwen emerges from the kitchens, triumphantly holding up a half-dozen packets of instant coffee, the first thing she smells is blood. Her face pales.

"What the

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Russ comes stalking in from outside, looking stormy, and hurries over when he catches sight of her.

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Gwen frowns sharply.

"Russ?"

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Russ, ever the wordsmith, says, "Anna's crazy."

But it needs a little more explanation than that, so he continues, "Stabbed a new guy's hand. Think he left to get it looked at."

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Her eyes widen. "Anna?"

Her scent's around here, hanging in the air-- it's warm, there are people, smells stick around-- and she can smell her here but big deal, so Anna came to the bar--

It's bad echoes. Like somebody just slammed a door. And the blood--

"Fuck," Gwen hisses. "That guy-- Nick?"