“Two Eyeballs and a Gun” – Part 5

The cafe still smelled like coffee, but now a metallic undercurrent of blood lurked below. The staff and customers had all been cleared out, some of them being interviewed by DSA agents outside. Khaki Suit’s body lay where it had fallen, a medical examiner crouched over it. Moreen was standing over the examiner, arms crossedContinue reading ““Two Eyeballs and a Gun” – Part 5″