I knew that he meant to kill me; I just got a lucky break. I thanked God. I now had a reason to live. at least long enough to avenge Old Town and find out who these gentlemen were. His aim was off I cursed as pain ravaged my arm and I had to drive with one hand as I hoped to not pass out in the seat.
As I struggled to maintain clarity, I thought of Sister Mary. She was the abbess of the Divine Rose, a former nurse, and helped the Ladies on occasion. I remembered her as being a no nonsense woman who thought of Cardinal Rourk as a pompous blowhard. She was one of the last honest clergy in Sin City, yet she carried a pistol under her habit. I liked her a lot. My arm stung then lost feeling as I pulled up to the convent where she lived.
I trudged up the stairs and knocked on the scratched oak door. Blood soaked through my blouse then my coat. I stuck a finger into the bullethole to stop me from leaking like a sieve. Any little bit helps, right? I remembered thinking that before I called out for assistance. "Sister Mary! Help! It's Wendy."
A gruff woman who looked like a line backer for some football team, answered the door. "My Lord! Wendy, what happened to you?"
"People...killed the girls. Need...medical.." Then I passed out on the steps to the convent.