That night, after the kids were asleep, Dave found her in the kitchen, staring at the empty floral dish.
Brenda met her in the parking lot. “Clean sweep. No civilian casualties.” Mrs. Undercover
“It’s not a punishment,” Ellie said, circling him. “It’s a choice.” That night, after the kids were asleep, Dave
Ellie felt the old cold settle into her bones. The Serpent. She’d spent three years hunting him before she’d “died.” He was a ghost, a myth, a monster who’d murdered her previous partner. after the kids were asleep
“Rough day?” he asked.
“No,” Ellie said. She crushed the juice box. Apple juice sprayed into his face. He blinked—one second of shock. That was all she needed.