Sean dipped the sponge back into the suds, soaking up the bleach and soapy water after squeezing it out.
She must have been well-hydrated, he thought, to have this much fluid in her. He scrubbed the leather interior thoroughly.
Sean had hoped he’d be rubbing shoulders with fame when he accepted a job as a groundskeeper for one of Hollywood’s oldest stars. The confidentiality agreement he was required to sign seemed to be pretty run-of-the-mill, and the pay and benefits were decent.
He hadn’t imagined he’d be rubbing blood off car seats every few weeks.