The Buyer Derek Chose Was Already On A Watchlist

and my mother clutching her cloth napkin like she could wring normal back into the night.

Derek finally slapped his phone into my palm.

“Knock yourself out, James Bond.”

The Marketplace thread was still open.

His buyer’s name was listed as Anton Greer.

My stomach dropped clean through me.

Not because I knew Anton personally. I didn’t. But I knew the name continue reading …