She looked at the beats then back at Colleen. That was Ozzy? What the hell happened between when she left this morning and right now? What was he? What pissed him off so much to do this? These were all really relevant questions but Colleen's chest looked like a horror movie. She began cleaning the wounds and applying pressure to the bleeding wounds.
"Always hated that fucking cat."
Maybe she should've jsut called 911 and dealt with consequesnces. She was sure she could lie and say it was an official CIA business.