Blood flies, and leaves a tale. But it takes an expert like Paulette
Sutton to sort truth from fiction in spatter language.
By Jessica Snyder SachsPosted 06.10.2004 at 2:00 am 0 Comments
If not for the plaster cast on her leg, Paulette Sutton would be rolling in blood. Instead, she slouches in a doorway, watching her partner ram his bloody shoulder against a wall, drop to his hands and knees, and crawl across a grimy carpet, leaving behind a trail of red-smudged handprints.
"I'm not used to letting him have all the fun," she grouses.