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Reagan Wilson took one quick last look at the crappy rental car, jumped in the shallow creek and ran for her life through the terrifying night.
This was one hell of a way to die.
She could just picture her obituary: "Noted mathematician dies in swarm of killer bees." Her cold, lifeless body would be found swollen up to twice its size. It could take days to identify her corpse.
What had she done to piss off bees this much? All she'd needed to do was get into the trunk and retrieve the spare tire and tools to change her flat. And hadn't she read in
Scientific American that bees didn't swarm at night?
Now she would never have a chance to do anything, not research bee swarms or even lodge a complaint with the rental car company. She'd be dead, and those no good jerks would simply rent that piece of junk to someone else.
The angry noise the bees made as they closed in around her bored into her brain like the nasty buzz of a dentist' ...
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