Would you risk everything for the man you loved? Even if you knew he'd done something terrible?
Old Habits
Zidan
My heart is pulsating excessively quick. Looking down, I see my hands shudder, and I take a couple of estimated breaths to attempt to make them stop.
I've never been this restless on a task, however everything has changed over the most recent a month and a half. Investigating my shoulder has turned into a constant compulsion it appears.
Interestingly, I'm distant from everyone else with Sebert, simply both of us. Obscure contract killers took out Helen, our long-term accomplice, and we don't have the foggiest idea when it occurred. The radio report just said her body was found in a bath in a modest lodging in Miami. A plastic pack was out of luck.
Grasping my dark handbag, I investigate my shoulder once more. Through the neon lights and arcade commotions of the St. Croix club, I see men in dark coats spotted among the card sharks men with wavy earpieces in their ears, men with dim temples brought down over steely eyes, men clearing the space for any indications of crime.