He had the uncomfortable feeling that there were eyes on him, watching. His headache hadn’t gone away. Kryptonite, here?
That's kind of creapy. Not only is there Kryptonite, but someone's watching him.
Clark simply looked stunned for a moment, then dropped like a marionette whose strings had been cut. “Clark!”
She dropped to her knees beside him, trying to staunch the blood she knew had to be pumping from his chest. But his blood wasn’t pumping from the wounds, it was seeping.
Oh, that doesn't sound good at all.
“You moron. What did you do that for?” Capone hissed at Barrow.
“He’s one of the guys the limey wanted out of the way,” Barrow defended himself.
I always hate it when bad guys are stupid enough to incriminate himself. When Lois comes to her senses, she's gonna' nail this guy to the wall.
Elisabeth
