Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 30, 2019

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Submitted: August 30, 2019

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“What about him?”

“What ABOUT him?”
“He’s hot. If it doesn’t work out, the chances of seeing him again randomly are super low. So low stakes. Get his number, Cass.”

She studied him, Shook her head. “He’s got great hair, but he’s an assassin, Dionne.”

Her sister howled with laughter as they boarded the subway. “An assassin? Cass, you’re imagination is a piece of work.”

“Look at him. He’s tall, great build. Strong. Inexpensive, nondescript black jacket, backpack, and suitcase. Could’ve come from any Target or Fred Meyer maybe. Brown tousled hair that isn’t overly styled. Keeps his face carefully turned from cameras. No eye contact with anyone. Decent looking, but almost forgettable. Assassin. I bet the suitcase is lousy with guns and disguises.” 

“You need to get laid.” 

The subway doors opened. With an economy of movement, the man got off the train.

“Assassin.”

The doors began to close. He turned back and caught her eye. He slowly raised his hand, extending his thumb and forefinger. Mouthed the word ‘boom’.

Eyes wide, Cass clutched her sister’s arm as the train pulled away.

 


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