I'll bet it's cheaper than where Mac and I are." Trina found Maria sitting in front of the kitchen stove, her chin upon her breast.

Trina went up to her.

She was dead.

And as Trina touched her shoulder, her head rolled sideways and showed a fearful gash in her throat under her ear.

All the front of her dress was soaked through and through.
Trina backed sharply away from the body, drawing her hands up to her very shoulders, her eyes staring and wide, an expression of unutterable horror twisting her face.
"Oh-h-h!" she exclaimed in a long breath, her voice hardly rising above a whisper.