Malin lay near unconscious on the steps leading to the BBA building in France. For all the pain she was enduring, she could have been worse. The majority of her wounds were concentratred on her neck, arms, and face. Truth be told she felt like dying rather than getting up and going back to bed. She'd filed police reports already, but nothing works against that madman.
"I'll kill him...."
She meant her boyfriend, Jacques Asse.