When Vengeance Calls
pounded in his ears, his fingers tightening around the phone as if w
en
, longing. He had spent the last three years convincing himself she no longer e
ill haunting, still familiar, but n
screamed at him to let it go. To pretend she hadn't reached
n't go
grabbed his
rouble, ignoring i
ick wall of the alley, her breaths shallow, her f
ive minutes before
the shadows-neon lights flashing against the slick pavement, people laughing in rooftop bars, taxis
phones, switched safe houses, stayed off t
d to go to the one person she
ha
life, leaving nothing behind but silence. But now, when
l wanted t
hrough the alley, tires scre
stomach
were