The Buyer Derek Chose Was Already On A Watchlist

at her.

For once she didn’t have a script.

The Number I Hoped I Wouldn’t Need

My car was parked at the curb. I sat inside with the door open because my hands were shaking and the cabin smelled like old coffee and hot plastic.

I called my supervisor.

Sunday, 7:48 p.m.

He picked up on the second ring.

“You’d better be dead or in jail,” he said.

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