. . . , but this one has me flummoxed.
is it possible that a person who is thirty right now, could have grown up without having encountered a splinter accident. Have we really come so far?
Detective Gina has been kidnapped and locked in a room.
She had run her fingers over everything in the room, collecting a splinter from the windowsill in the process. The jab of the splinter— she worried about a possible infection— and the drops of blood as she finally removed the sliver and sucked at the wound, weren’t anything she’d ever experienced.