Bullet to the Brain: Chapter Four: Fetching the Chemist

(You can find the links to previous chapters below)

I strolled around and around the little plaza (my eighth lap) wondering if the chemist would ever show up. “Well, it’s a nice day, anyway,” I said to myself. And it really was nice. The neat rows of azalea bushes, which bordered the square, were in full bloom. Each cluster of color was a fluffy little p…