Something foul
Pete leaned over the side, frowning, the cigarette slipping from his lips unnoticed. “The hell’s this?” he muttered under his breath. Before Judy could answer, the odor struck. A sharp chemical sting invaded the air, burning her nose and throat. The smell was unmistakable—plastic mixed with rubber, and beneath it something harsher, metallic. It clung to the breeze, heavy and inescapable, making her eyes water instantly. She lifted her sleeve, pressing it across her face.
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