His breathing rattled in his own chest. In. Out. In. Out. Rough and hot, it almost burnt his throat. Like sucking down fire. Or was the fire in his belly to begin with? His hair stuck to his forehead. It wasn’t sweat that glued it there, but something stronger. Darker. Blood. Red. No, brown. Dried. The deed was done.Past tense. The adrenaline was still pumping strong though. electrifying him, stringing him up on wires, his soles hovering over figurative pins. He looked down at his still-hot mess. The thing was a nobody. Of course, without his face, it was hard to be anybody at all. Currently, whoever he had been was hanging in strips from a piece of dented, badly banged up aluminum. Blue. Blue and silver. The colors of his weapon of choice. He pushed the handle through his belt loop. He was drenched. Drenched in this nobody. He needed to spit. He knew he couldn’t. Leaving an enormous wad of DNA at the crime scene was hardly a good idea. He swallowed it back down, it didn’t do a thing to cool his throat. Shit.