The Buyer Derek Chose Was Already On A Watchlist

matched.

Ball cap. Beard trimmed too neat. Sunglasses on indoors, because men like that always seemed to think they were in a movie.

Derek watched me read. “What. Is he some serial killer?”

“No.”

That would’ve been easier.

I opened the message thread. Derek had met him that afternoon in the parking lot behind a tire shop in Manassas. Cash only. No questions.continue reading …