At 2:47 in the Morning, the Waitress Chose a Killer. By Dawn, She Learned He Had Been Saving Her All Along.

to the floor among the flowers.

Vincent drove his elbow into the man’s throat, caught him as he collapsed, and lowered him silently to the ground.

Elena stared at the object on the floor.

A syringe.

Her body went numb.

“They weren’t going to shoot her,” she said.

“No,” Vincent replied.

“Too loud.”

Another set of footsteps approached.

Vincent grabbed the fallen continue reading …