The Separator Sabrina grasped the heavy bag with sweaty hands, fumbling with the tie in the darkened room. The floor was dingy, marked up with other “deliveries” being taken in and out. The rain poured down outside. She dragged the bag up, her arm muscles straining with the effort, as she locked eyes with Mr. West, who nodded at her solemnly. There was no one better at taking care of a messy scene. They never spoke…